Katherine's Coffeehouse

It Has Been Too Long

It has been too long/since I've felt an infant's cheek


Those times you have insomnia dragging you to the streets,


I'm thinking of those who blister beneath bland words, boil at banal exposure

Easter Morning

Easter – door open, inviting in the sun, we are weeding your new front lawn,


It’s the connotation that matters: Something feasible turns preferable,


Protest poem by Katherine M. Gotthardt

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