Kathleen Reichelt writes stage plays, screenplays, poetry, reviews, articles and interviews with other artists.
Her poems appear in Suitcase of Chrysanthemums (great weather for Media, NYC, 2018), Otoliths (Australia, 2018, 2019) and have been performed at Le Poisson Rouge (Three Rooms Press Launch, NYC, 2017, 2018, 2019), Versefest (Ottawa, 2019), The Secret Handshake Gallery (Toronto 2018, 2019) and Words & Music (Montreal, 2018)

summer night in brooklyn was first published as high jinks in issue 52 of Otoliths, February 2019

summer night in brooklyn

rattling tin can collects echoes 
on a narrow street of buildings 
three stories high face to face
she is counting beats
between each kick
distracting her heavy pause reply
fingers suspended over keyboard 
eyes scanning moonless night
wind too tired to pass through this room
the small window  
propped open with last night's tomato can
metal rings of jupiter 
bouncing back the street light spell
summer buzzing 
metal boxes dripping on the sidewalk below
she counts kicks for ten blocks at least
makes a wish
hears a dog bark
waits for it to break


bluebird was first performed at sound one two, Modern Fuel Artist Run Centre, Kingston, 2017 

blue bird 

minus 30 is deep diving first kiss territory
what will happen next
is this going to last?
white a flash of teeth smiling 
through slow dancing 
my chest a freezer 
delivering a letter 
twenty 5 years later 
stepping into snow holes 
made bigger by boots before mine
my eyes flood with marriage 
sigh of horses 
highway 2 curving 
rounding repeating confusing 
love songs with a blue bird's wing
what it means to be forty, fifty, seventy 9
i take your hand
swallow your fingers in mine
understand better these bare trees 
this salted road our chosen place 
where sonnets grow 
while sleeping bulbs turn to light
where brooms gather up corners
where longing passes unnoticed under bridges
currents travel below ice you dare to tread
all the while holding steady 
always arriving always returning 
the shape of your face against my lips 
i can retrieve it on the coldest day
in winter, here