Katherine's Coffeehouse

Poetry in Progress. Take a sip.

Retreat

Love sometimes requires retreating, backing up, reversing the pace that brought us into spaces where nothing was ever comfortable, no memory or seat we could share, no reserve preserved for those worst hours,

Ruler of RAM

Haiku by Diedra Horne Being the ruler of ram Bleeds from my soul Makes my walk elites Thanks to guest poet and technologist Diedra Horne who took part in the haiku writing workshop I facilitated for HOPE Project D.C. Learn more about HOPE Project here.

Flowering

Stop. Stop and write the ending first, the outcome of all that is significant:

Artisan

Artisan of life, she breaks out her loom and yarn. Memory weaver. -Katherine Gotthardt

Bathtime

You told me once, the older you grow, the more you value balance:

App

Open the app to curiosity. Actively seek the purposeful glitch in otherwise perfect lines.

Room

She did not know to engage in such things would leave everything familiar flailing, everything worthy slapping itself against stucco walls and memories. How could she have? Rooms like these stitch their own lips shut, hold their beaten secrets close, squeeze bits of breath and laughable hope into air packed tight with pain. No, this …

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Funny Thing

If I had to give myself a name, it would be laughter. That is what I do. I find things funny - or at least ironic. And then, I crack up. Everything can be turned on its head at least a couple of times, shaking the flakes in the snow globe. Go ahead. Make the …

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Memory Care

Every second, you give up a little more, stare at the space between us, mumble one-word answers, refuse your favorite sandwich. I understand. It’s part of the sickness, part of what stitches our suffering together. No pill or doctor can cure us. So I sit with you as you empty the last bits of yourself …

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