To understand the poet is not the point.

“Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” – Pablo Picasso

Publications

Work To Do

Has appeared in Noble Gas QRTLY

Norderney Nerves

Has appeared in The Esthetic Apostle

Peeling Bark Floats Silver and Papery

Has appeared in Cathexis Northwest Press

About Cathy

Cathy Wittmeyer is not the poet-mother-engineer-lawyer-conservationist living in the Alps; she is the one experiencing life through the pen, hands, eyes, ears and heart of that body living on this speck of a planet. 

About Cathy

Cathy Wittmeyer is not the poet-mother-engineer-lawyer-conservationist living in the Alps; she is the one experiencing life through the pen, hands, eyes, ears and heart of that body living on this speck of a planet. 

Cathy’s Blog

Poetry & Timing & Luck & Stars & Gratitude

A dear friend still wants me to tell her the time I was born so that she can do my reading. I hate to avoid the question, but I avoid all things hocus-pocus. This is weird for a life-long relatively devout Catholic to say, I know. Hocus-pocus is essential to our...

Starting with a Line from Patti Smith

(The Year of the Monkey, Bloomsbury Pub.) In the center of February — or was it March? I cannot tell from this vantage point, but it was the middle point of a month, a segment of time that can seem rather long depending on what you are waiting for: an exam result, a...

That’s Life

No, I'm not crying because I'm waiting for my own spinal tap results. I don't cling to life that much. But I know he does. Most people I know have a Velcro-like attraction to life as if we didn't know this is all temporary. Maybe we didn't at first, not until that...