Kristin Catherwood

These Southern Hills

Down here in the southern hills, things shift, change, are noticeably different. The roads narrow and…
Return at High Summer

time poet/to put aside what you came to/leaving all else/behind Andrew Suknaski, “Western Prayer,” Wood Mountain…
A Particular Shade of Mauve

Trouble sleeping, and eating, and concentrating on necessary tasks. Scatter-brained, daydreamy, just a touch out of…
Why Walk?

Originally posted on somethinggrand: ‘Pilgrimage’ is such a tired metaphor it’s hard to remember sometimes that…
The Common in the Rare

I always thought that crocuses were rare things, endangered things. A source of early spring delight,…
Vimy

Led by guides, the machine gunners crept out into craters half-way between their own lines and…
Witching

Why is that some can “witch” and some can’t? Last fall, my Uncle Harold, 92 years…
Where it is

When I called Archie to ask directions to his ranch, they were a bit vague. I…
Rounding the Curve

On the 18 heading east, just out of Big Beaver, and the road drops down into…
Adulting

Originally posted on The Carb Club | Janelle's Life Thoughts: According to the Urban Dictionary, the…