would a kid draw a circuit board these days or stick to the traditional subjects like rain or ocean fish? when I was a youngster, one would...

we're thinking apples, strawberries, tomatoes, bell peppers, cherries... but specifically the kinds of cherries that come in jars and go...

a T-Rex tramples across the page over a field of green lines littered with little triangles of slightly different shades chasing a shiny bee...

to tell us we have the same hazel eyes as each other should have evaporated after landing. but your benign comment, though gentle to the ear...

tapping the keys and tapping my feet to the beat that's playing in my head that keeps changing depending on the song playing on the lapt...

I deactivated Twitter. If you ever see "somethingkaty" on Twitter, it's not me anymore. 

my tank is the shape of an oversized mug and it's already empty again - after refill, after refill and another so I'm searching for ...

I am burning through Changes too quickly to count These forest fires

sometimes I force the words and end up starting a poem  with words like awaken and purchase to describe an itchy scalp  caused by cheap sham...

mental health supply chain issues result in crying at work, chocolate for dinner, stubbed toe, piles of dirty laundry, unwashed hair, and fo...

when I am still there is still a storm inside

getting people's names wrong

step back, this isn't about me. it's my turn to be the pillar. make that what I'm about.

I like the ability to change the words around after I've given them life. If I could wield that spell for spoken word too what a powerfu...

yesterday we travelled through time together we landed in my city and once we got out, got on the highway heading home, away from the city y...

why do I hang on to  his disgust for my grief for you? why make excuses  for someone who should have cared more for my heart than his selfis...

seven out of ten fingertips warmed by a cup on an autumn day

chickens at Blaze farm don't think highly of children they prefer lettuce

over sounds of us with background music playing croakers croak louder

the ebb of ideas no output, not a problem the tide keeps flowing

Some nights are hard.

scratch around poison bubbling on skins surface from tiny green leaves

we rest on the day recuperate energy soaking in the sun

waiting for the phone to install a new update while birds chirp outside

when I was little my ice cream flavor of choice was strawberry, pink

we associate the smell of death with newness cut trees in the yard

a blend of spearmint and green tea a swirl of honey from a local apiary holding the mug under your nose blocking out the smell of bleach

the night sky is blue bright blue like a film made dark geese honk from the bog

let me be the one white turkey feathered one let me peck the soil

Okay, I'm tired. I just learned about that boat, the big one, you know.

take my cut, my take my portion, a donation let the water run

moments made open tucked between the light and dark questions the sunrise

let the world crackle contracting and expanding like flowers in bloom

I wonder, are you thinking of me as much as I am wishing so

we are all tired we are all trying our best we are blades of grass

in a dream with you the spinning will not stop us from discovery

escape with my heart pathetic in your big hands red with blood and clay

movie night with you and a big bowl of popcorn your arm around me

hold me upside down count the reps and feel the burn let me go. repeat.

take pause and look up growth will take repetition a covered pathway

hot skin, pink cheeks burn sweat smell mixed with 3am and sleep disturbed

wrapped up in light incapable of feeling for the door handle

so we all want to want a little attention but not ask for it

don't open me up crack the shell to see inside it's all just dried leaves

an endless scroller desperate for some feel good through the dirt and grass

at a party once someone melted a kettle - an electric one

on both feet today two hips to the beat and back the sun is shining

force yourself to stop deep breathing in, out, in, out and wait for the sun

if he wrote poems about your curves and edges would that be creepy?

ate a burrito i made out of leftovers  for breakfast at noon

collaboration between lines between hot lips overlooking snow

multiple layers to combat temperatures fluxuation

morning with myself a hot cup of tea with milk And upset stomach

I say yes to the torrent of emotion tied to a diagnosis

Someone told me to write My too-big-feeling feelings down On small bits of paper And burn them or throw them away As a way to see the big fe...

A day filed under success Ends with a cup of decaf tea And a handful of milk chocolate chips From a secret bag  Stashed in a drawer Filled w...

written in sharp pencil inside the wings of a paper crane fears exposed in graphite for no one to see.

this is our morning - the alarm goes off on his side of the bed. he sleeps facing west. he rises his torso and says "stop" to the ...

I am catogorically a kitchen witch.  My wand is a wooden spoon Interchangeable with a rubber spatula. My spell books are filled With easy to...

A year ago, I had an idea of what today would look and feel like for me. It's completely different from what I imaged. I am completely d...

trying to express your level of fatigue  without coopting, appropriating, comparing. trying to measure trauma against normal, while normal b...

some(most)times, the work in progress shows here. in this space. other(few)times, it is hidden deep in the pathways between the heart an...

press past the crust into the core of the earth with your bare feet on a mat made of soft pvc that could kill a roaming sea turtle in...

day dreaming about the grocery store about buying bread, jelly, and peanut butter to keep in a desk drawer at my office and wondering, wo...

see a surge in free wood after a storm farm fresh chicken eggs still five dollars per dozen out of the warm cooler on the side of a road tha...

a silver sedan parked in the eco lot near the airport goes unnoticed into the third week passed planned unchecked keys packed in the luggage...

the sun beam doesn't glisten off one particular spot not locked by coordinates it rides the waves down each gap in the growth of t...

performance paused for a deep breath before the world ends let's hold hands and stare up at the moon until we see double occupy...

looking for inspiration, I asked the internet and found a "random poem generator" that wasn't random at all, but a series o...

reading your poems devouring them understanding the pain not because i have felt it in my life, so charmed, but i have felt it come ...

who do i cry to about how heavy it feels inside this spell of silence? who hasn't heard it before, the moaning of uncertain outcom...

micro-plane little curls of  yellow peel, sweet with bitterness down to the white, then slice in half, ready to squeeze in a vice...

we are the deer neck-deep in your neighborhood swimming pool our antlers up, ears twitching listening to you argue about what to do to...

Rough days. They happen. Today was one of them. It feels like the world is smaller. Its gravity is stronger. The consequences more severe...

tea finds its way into our writing our poetry our drabbles liquid capable of conquering empires raising dynasties giving birth to war tha...

poetry month continues bleeds into a drabble a day like one cup of tea turns into two because i haven't finished this book that a fr...

That evening she sat staring at the incredible, abundant, extravagant beauty her friends, family, neighbors, and acquaintances had delivered...

All day friends stopped by her home. The first arrived at 7:26 am on her way to work. With flowers. Each of them who could come themselves d...

drabblers' condition is a minor ailment derived from the self-imposed rule that one must compose and post one new drabble every day in t...

when composing a drabble one might consider form. however, the limitation of composing something consisting of exactly 100 words is in itsel...

contents may vary from drabble to drabble. some drabbles may be sweet ruminations on the budding spring time while others may be bemoaning ...

1. open word counting tool. (bookmark or download one if you haven't already.) 2. poor a hot cup of trader joe's mint watermelon te...

In order to complete the task, the task must first be defined. In May, the task is to compose drabbles. To engage in drabbling. Defin...

grumbling into my mug of muddy decaffeinated tea [it's been enhanced by sugars and fats from various sources] grumbling to myself ...

you oppressive cloud rung out over me casting across all my paths, if i ignore you will you get worse or go away?

reaching out to wrap an arm around another lips pulled back in a smile or turned down in a pout rushing from one gate to another to c...

there's a girl, the green river girl. i invented her. at first, she was just a pleasantry an imaginary friend to the girl inside me ...

i did. didn't i? yeah, i did.

car parts break or fault houses made of wood will leak and we keep trekking forward through the driving rain

stitched back together with wax covered thread by a weak needle and shaking fingers but with the kind of care that makes up for lac...

i have a wide screen computer monitor at work and the bottom of the screen (it's 25" (i measured it)) is covered edge to edge...

i did something to water something that upset it so all the liquids i interacted with did their best to drip splash spill overflow...

stand up. stop. if you have toes, can you feel them? stand still. wiggle them. how many do you have? if a whale and a deer are related by a ...

no one suspected the big grey goose with the bright orange beak was capable of such heinous criminality alas, he had a tendency to ro...

a fish out of water would die i'm much more like a squirrel in a deep puddle

the word tired describes how i feel most of the time tired is a little word but this little word has many meanings such as i stayed ...

today i am wearing motivated to match my new confident yesterday i wore confused with a bright and beautiful frustrated two week...

what kind of world where he can walk around all day with a pocket full of lumens more than 10 million pixels if we count the sub ...