To an Empty Room

it has become all bones by now:a map of venous inkbloated into ribbons,the emptiness of each letterbleached, and for what reasonbut to return to its brethrenboth dissolving into the pavement almost gone.yet somehow always there where does it go? the smell of death and water:a reminder of youthwhen autumn was still a surprise, and the [...]

Little Moments

She didn’t tell me that the lights would go off, that All will come to an end. I didn’t know That the music will sound bitter one morning,That the leaves will fall from all the trees,And that the smiles will usually beUnhappy. She didn’t tell me.I found my old friend again:A chill from the inside, [...]

The Power of Objects

I am surrounded by memories. The subway ticket from Chicago, mint tins, piles of books, my rock and beach glass collection, small wooden turtles from Mexico, and notes on the walls that remind me of events that have long passed and math equations I no longer need are all reminders of my past. They are [...]

Who is this “Kat” anyway?

As many of you have probably noticed, I offer very little information about who I am as a person beyond my writing on this blog. I sometimes wonder what mental image the people who read my blog have constructed of me with the help of my strange thoughts and ramblings. A shapeless, amorphous conglomeration under [...]