Katherine's Coffeehouse

I don't know what you think of white, but tonight, I see azalea petals outdoing the dark, and I think, […]

I’m in awe of chaos and how easily it erupts, how fragile the audience of everything: one wrong word an […]

You’ve come to grips with it: no one’s in the audience. Every day, you hear yourself, reverberating in the mic, […]

Open your notebook. Log the times you think you failed. Read it to the wind. -Katherine Gotthardt

Go to the double mirror. See how age is perfecting you, every memory creased

This is my advice: slice the morning. Make wedges out of hours, minutes where you could be writing poetry. Carve […]

5 a.m. on a Sunday and I accidentally wake my husband. “Poetry piled up overnight,” I explain. He murmurs, “Death […]

On the sidewalk lone white feather in the wind Angel in the world -Katherine Gotthardt

If it wasn’t for the way early light met me on the street that morning, or the way April rain’s […]

hook of the moon dangling over a star bait of brighter light -Katherine Gotthardt