As a woman, I have walked in fear for a great length of my life. I was arrested once for prostitution, when solicited by an under cover police officer. I thought he was kidding, he wasn’t. I ended up in jail. How many times, I feared for my life and…
I want to write tonight, but I know not what about, So many things in my head, I want to scream and shout. I see the bad, I see the good, I see the in-between, I’m torn between a giggle, torn between a scream. Another body fallen, another baby born,…
It started off as one, as I started out my day, Sitting down to write, sitting down to play. The cat meowed; she wanted to sit upon my lap, I was stuck for quite awhile, as she took a winters nap. When finally she jumped down upon the floor, I…
Today, The world mourns the death of Prince Philip. The partner, companion to Queen Elizabeth for seven decades. I see tributes across all news platforms, for he was a great man who lived a full life. I assume with all the material comforts that one could ask for. I honor…
There is a book inside of me that struggles to be free, It’s waiting and waiting and waiting just for me. To shut out the world and sit myself right down, To find the words that wait patiently, desperate to be found. But I am always so busy, doing this…
I have been asked to write an obituary for a close friend. I’m struggling to find words that capture the beauty of her life. “There Are Other Worlds” ©Katrina Curtiss, 4/3/2021 When I die, when I am gone, In other worlds, I will sing my song. From cloud to cloud,…
Basura Cat has quite a surprise, For Miss Sofia, when she opens her eyes. She made a basket full of Easter candy, To make Sofia’s day special and dandy. Chocolate eggs and sugar galore, With a blue bunny, who could ask for more? Basura wanted to say, “I love you,…
I like this picture; I like it a lot, It was taken between lessons, I taught. First piano and then guitar did we learn, It’s how I make the money, I earn. It’s a lovely way to spend my day, Listening to my students play. We tap our feet and…
Everyday I get to make a choice, On which side that I will raise my voice. To judge those with whom I disagree, Or pass them by in compliancy. The guns, the violence it rains it pours, Everyday, seems it’s a little bit more. Just when I think there is…
Older Student: “I pulled a muscle in my back.” Me: “Me too, getting older is hell.” Younger Student: “I saw a ceramic doll on the side of the road, it’s eyes bore into my soul.” Me: “I saw a cloud that looked like a bunny.” Older Student: “I went walking…