The Blog is created with the sole purpose of posting my poetry. Feel free to drift in the sea of words. Friday, September 07, 2007. Standing still on the edge of life. I call upon the northern wind to take away my pain. Straining muscles before I dive. And still afraid of things that might remain. Before the wind starts cutting like a knife. I tilt my head to taste the droplets of the rain. I lean and jump into the hive. Feeling my hair shield my falling frame.

I am an avid reader, reading over 100 books per year. I have read the Book of Books,.

Monday, September 29, 2014. Lying on the sand, sideways I see pipers and gulls screeching, picking at the congregation on the edge of the tide. Closing one eye then the other, watching the horizon jump back and forth. Children search for stone crabs on the rock jetty. Time, arrow or not, hangs suspended languid and indolent. The pull of the tide the syrupy smell of kelp and. Why do objects appear to become smaller as they move farther away? Relate to the amount of uncertainty.

The official site of the book by Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt. Welcome to the official site of. By author Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt. Captures unique aspects of the Civil War in Manassas and Prince William County, Virginia. Using persona, metaphor, photos and quotes, Gotthardt brings readers from contemporary park experiences back to the days of the Civil War, offering multiple perspectives and insight.