Windowpane
Broken windowpane, winter wind in the bedroom. Audible birdsong. -Katherine Gotthardt
Katherine’s Coffeehouse
Comparison
My paltry decades of living and I cannot understand how mountains bear their memories. -Katherine Gotthardt
ReBirth
And there, amidst the mange, a tranquil tuft of growth, baby-haired, white. The whole world hummed, as if it, too,
History of the World
In latter days, the solar- scorched world proved heavy- handed, callous palms swiping back. Retribution. -Katherine Gotthardt
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Cucumber
That garden you decided to plant? How it took time to turn over the soil, get past the sweat, that
Art Making
It is Wednesday, and I put my work on pause. I find my old art bag, carry watercolor pencils to
Remote Work
By Katherine Gotthardt Somewhere in the midst of life’s lessons, I’m forgetting how to speak. I think it might be
Empathy
By Katherine Gotthardt The turtle has been crushed by a mower, life leaving through cracks in its shattered shell, coagulated,
Decisions
By Katherine Gotthardt Somewhere, there’s what I should be doing, somewhere between the smudged edges of you and me, between
Trust Me
I tell you trust isn’t something I lend like a new book you know damn well will never be returned.
Prayer of the Fields
In withering arms of darkness,
dew trying to pass for rainwater,
beaten terrain attempts to rise,
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Storefront
By Katherine Gotthardt In the dream, my bed is cemented in a storefront, and I, no control over window treatments
Light Discussion
Freedom means choosing your light, picking which part of the day means most, rising with mourning doves and dew, or
3 a.m.
By Katherine Gotthardt Often now, I think about death, usually at 3 a.m. when I wake to the thin
Cardinal
By Katherine Gotthardt Mornings, I want to write deeply, delve into the beak of the cardinal by my window,
