Author: Kathryn D’Agostino

  • You are here

    I know it’s unfair that I don’t name my trauma. I’ve never explicitly written about it. There are approximately 40 people in the whole world who know what I’m referencing when I speak of my trauma. But I also know that won’t always be the case. Whether people agree with it or not I am…

  • I am

    I’m not choosing anymore Planning what Im going to be No I’m doing I am I’m me

  • Aran cardigan Installment #2 – Research

         Sunday is for slowing down, reminding myself that intentionality in my work is an act of grounding. And today is international Women’s Day, I cant think of a better day to be immersed in knitting, reading the works of women who changed the craft, thinking about how every woman’s hands have physically captured culture,…

  • Dark

    The darkness is insatiable devouring me limb from limb. Plucking every eyelash. Dislocating each finger. Evil has no boundaries, no limits. No goals. It feeds off of blackened hearts and troubled souls. It doesn’t need oxygen or life affirming care. It keeps going growing with no air. Darkness is spreading over me, hands tangled in…

  • Cables, Creativity, Commencement

    What better day to share the start of a new endeavor then on Wednesday, the day of the week when makers share their work in progress. Today I am starting a new knitting project and a new blog series! Like many knitters Ive got lots on the needles but a new project has got my…

  • Finished

    Its finalOr is it? What’s over and what ended?Im still here You’re here reading this Everything ends And then everything starts again Poems don’t die on the pageWords infect Latch on and dont let go You make and you worryOverthink everything Then nothing But the world wont stop spinning People wont stop trying and doing…

  • Waterfall

    They seemed overwhelmed trying to catch it all with nothing but their open hands. The power of the water was too much for them and they were left with less than what they came with. Trying too hard to make sense of it all. So close to believing. As the blood that runs through them…

  • Without Us

    Somehow The sun keeps shining The tides go in and outAnd I wonder if theres a point at which these stains of darkness will blot out the sunIm terrified that apathy is seeping into the ground water and poisoning us That the world is bleeding goodnessHope and joy are rushing rivers being evaporated into the…

  • Crying silently

    Try your best they sayJust keep going But what if my best really isn’t that goodAnd what if I just want to sit and rest Are the adults in the room trying their best?Why do white men with titles get to do their worst?Why am I expected to do more and be better when there…

  • Must Write

    I need to do it and I canI have to write it all down Right?Until there is nothing left to spill outFall haphazardly onto the floorMy secrets scurry away and hide in the rafters amongst the rats My hopes and dreams drift away with the breezes I need to write moreMore words, more ideas, more…