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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 20 August 2017

I remember every word like it was yesterday…nasty woman, grab em by the pussy, fake news, bad hombres…they’re rapists, if “she” wasn’t my daughter, I’d probably be dating her, why can’t we use nuclear weapons, Russia, if you’re listening…, They don’t look like Indians to Indians”, I am the least racist person there is, laziness is a trait in blacks. It really is, I believe that, women. You have to treat ’em like shit, he’s not a war hero. He’s a war hero because he was captured. I like people that weren’t captured, I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters, okay? I love the poorly educated, knock the crap out of them, would you? Seriously. Okay? Just knock the hell — I promise you, I will pay for the legal fees, I have a great relationship with the blacks, You had some very bad people in that group. You also had some very fine people on both sides, we’re going to build a wall, it will go up so fast your head will spin…please don’t be too nice…so this week, it is Robert E. Lee. I noticed that Stonewall Jackson is coming down. I wonder, is it George Washington next week? And is it Thomas Jefferson the week after? You know, you really do have to ask yourself, where does it stop?

I remember every word…these and others. There are so many others…You know, you really do have to ask yourself, where does it stop?

Darkness is coming this week as an eclipse cuts a horizontal line across the entire country from coast to coast. The nation will be darkest along the path of totality. Isn’t that ironic?

Be safe. Be encouraged. The darkness only lasts for a few moments.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 20 August 2017

we are so easily charmed

muddling puddles

here the sky is green

Wow!” they gasped,

dry with a tinge bittersweet

frail crimson petals clinging

That is how nothing leaves a room.

He didn’t always win.

time to go home

Some people believe tradition is an archaic chain to the past

Prayers for Barcelona

there is no solace

words in unison

poor confabulating fool

heart’s not in it

in the stillness

too bright to behold

it is here and there and nowhere


A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

Confabulate – Friday’s Word of the Day


Today’s Word of the Day on, Confabulate, is an interesting word for our times. Basically, it means to talk casually, converse or chat. It originated in 1610’s, from confabulatus,  past participle of Latin confabulari  “to converse together,” from com-  “together” (see com- ) + fabulari “to talk, chat, “from fabula “a tale” (see fable ).

It has a second meaning though, coined in psychological circles in 1924, that has found its way into our current dialog. Wikipedia offers a comprehensive look:

Confabulation is a disturbance of memory, defined as the production of fabricated, distorted, or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world, without the conscious intention to deceive. Wikipedia goes on to explain, people who confabulate present incorrect memories ranging from “subtle alterations to bizarre fabrications”, and are generally very confident about their recollections, despite contradictory evidence.

There are several theories related to confabulation but one that caught my attention is the theory that proposes that confabulations represent a way for memory-disabled people to maintain their self-identity. And there are a host of disorders associated with frontal lobe injury or disease that present with some of the signs and symptoms associated with confabulation:

Signs and Symptoms of Confabulation:

  1. Typically verbal statements but can also be non-verbal gestures or actions.
  2. Can include autobiographical and non-personal information, such as historical facts, fairy-tales, or other aspects of semantic memory.
  3. The account can be fantastic or coherent.
  4. Both the premise and the details of the account can be false.
  5. The account is usually drawn from the patient’s memory of actual experiences, including past and current thoughts.
  6. The patient is unaware of the accounts’ distortions or inappropriateness, and is not concerned when errors are pointed out.
  7. There is no hidden motivation behind the account.
  8. The patient’s personality structure may play a role in his/her readiness to confabulate

Of course, there is a distinction between true confabulation and outright lies; that distinction being that the one confabulating truly believes the fabricated story they are telling, sometimes with such conviction that those listening may find themselves wondering if it is not indeed true. This can be problematic if the suffering individual’s illness is left unchecked, (thinking out loud here, confabulating if you will) especially if the individual confabulating is in a position of power or authority. I’ll let that settle with you for a few seconds.

It may be just me, but I am deeply concerned about the state of mind of our current chief executive. He seems to confabulate in waves, with lucid calculated, manipulating speech interspersed. Vulnerable, gullible people who are easily manipulated seem blind to the difference, believing his confabulations over verifiable fact. Believing I say, but what is most disturbing is their veneration of his statements because, they say, “he says what I think”. This realization is the scariest thought of all.

A few haiku for you then. Thanks for joining me for this confabulation on a most interesting word.

people watched aghast
poor confabulating fool
his mind sundowning

the truest old friends
confabulate for hours
words in unison

there is no solace
in confabulated yarns
that never happened


Twittering Tales #45 – 15 August 2017


About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #44 – The Round-Up


Photo from

From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
Flaws, egos appear magnified when scrutinized under the lens.
Errors like straws float on water, he who yearns for pearls must dive below.

From Reena at ReInventions:
“Do we focus on the core or surroundings?”
“See only the impact of the environment on the core. Everything else is irrelevant.”
(126 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
He looked closer. There they were.
Undiscovered microbes.
Waving enthusiastically.
One held a sign.
We can change your life. 
(139 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
You won’t believe what I saw when I put that sample of water under the scope. Please don’t drink anymore of that crap. It will kill you.
(138 characters)

From Sight11 at Journey:
Under scrutiny
Vision Originate..
Sigil, Animation
Detrimental, Essence
Perplexed, Demiurge
Anthropos, Execution

From Leena at Soul Connection:
“The finding I thought will gve lyfline to ppls took lyf of my old frnd who agreed for test.SORRY FRIEND”He said n burried Him in Dark Ngt.

From Susmita at Uniquesus:
Little Joe curiously peered at the microorganisms through his father’s microscope and a whole new world was discovered before his eyes.
(135 characters)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
Things get blown out of proportion at close quarters.A step back,yes this scary little thing could be an antidote for the dangerous disease.
140 Characters

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
Initially, being accidentally shrunk down to the size of an amoeba sucked, until he discovered other scientists the size of atoms and took up residence as their god.
139 Characters

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Endless years of hard work made Dr. Nicholas the most famous scientist worldwide. But it also made him a recluse confined to his laboratory.
Character count :139

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
Looking up, it saw a huge green eye.
It wasn’t the usual lady; it liked her body odour.
This one was pungent and rancid. Not nice at all!
(137 characters)

From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day:
Excited about the new microscope, he told his son to find something for the slide. The boy laughed, “I picked a good one, guess what it is”

From Lorraine at In 25 Words, More or Less:
The returning Mars probe carried within it’s capture chamber microbiological proof of life on the forbidding enticing alien world, Earth.
(140 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Sue spent 26 hours straight painstakingly staring into the scope looking for clues of interstellar life. Wait! I see Waldo? Time to go home.

From Di at Pensitivity101:
The message clearly said ‘Hello Mum!’ She was stunned.
In the other room, Mike was etching ‘April Fool’ on another slide.
120 characters.

From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
Dr Casi had found the cure!
He peers eagerly as his sperm cells kill the cancer cells.
His alien DNA was mankind’s answer!
But who to tell?
(Twittering Tale -140 characters)

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
Microscopic vision of thoughts and words magnifies your outlook manifold. So examine your words minutely, before you speak, dear, said Mom.
139 Characters

From John at Broadsides:
Look close, closer still for the unexamined life is not worth living

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Aha the gene therapy worked, at last a human- spider hybrid. Think of its spiderlings spinning, sprinting, hatching a hundred eggs at a time. Power at last!


and mine:

Dr. Cole was convinced he’d found the antidote, but the virus was resistant. He assembled his notes with a warning for those who’d find him.
(140 Characters)

Bravo! And thank you, everyone, for dissecting the challenge this week! Once again, another great round of tweet-sized tales. Who says awesome doesn’t come in microscopic packages! 😉 Be sure to click on the links and visit your fellow tweeters. I often find the comments as entertaining as the tales! It’s all in the details you know…finite and brilliant!

Welcome to Twittering Tale #45! I found this interesting photo on pixabay by a graphic artist who goes by the alias 5arah for this week’s round.

It’s strange looking at first, but I found the more I looked at it, the less strange it seemed. Which, of course is what a “wolf in sheep’s clothing” is hoping for. Or maybe it’s just a cloning experiment gone wrong…Poor Dolly lost her head in a petri dish!

At any rate, I know you will put on your thinking caps and get to the bottom of this freak of nature. And of course, as always have fun! We could all use a little more fun these days. See you next week at the Roundup.

Twittering Tale #45 – 15 August 2017


Photo Prompt by 5arah at

Explore 6 landed on Kepler-438b. Capt. Dean sent live feed to Command.

“Wow!” they gasped, “a wolf-sheep!?”

Dean screamed, “No! A bird-sna…”

~kat 😉

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse -13 August 2017

The heavens are convulsing this month with lunar eclipses, meteor showers, solar eclipses and retrograde mercurial planets. Is it any wonder we’re going mad down here? But don’t blame the heavens or the gods for what is happening. We can’t keep pointing fingers at others saying, “There! They are the reason why our lives are a mess, not working, or unhappy…fill in the blank…the reasons are many.

It’s time my friends to look in the mirror and decide on which side of fault line you will stand. There is no middle. The middle is an abyss. And the the choice is easier than you think. A few questions to help you along…

Love? or Hate?
Truth? or Lies?
Open? or Closed?
Fear? or Faith?
Apathy? or Empathy?
Ignorance? or Knowledge?
Judgment? or Mercy?
Compassion? or Indifference?
Doors? or Walls?
Black Lives Matter? or All Lives Matter? (…this is not a trick question…)
Love is Love is Love? Or Love is…except for…?

I could go on, but I’m going to stop right here. I believe most of us want to believe we’re doing the right thing. We want to believe we’re good. Contrary to popular, feel good, “we’re all entitled to our own opinion” sensibilities, there is a right and a wrong answer. Of course we would choose the right answer…the right words. But what do our actions say?

I’m not judging. I wrestle everyday with these questions. I fall short. But I would like to declare a do-over for us all. Slate clean. It’s not too late.

What will I do when called to take a stand? What do I do when no one is looking? Can I look in the mirror without wincing? Because at the end of the day that is what matters. At the end of the day we need each other and we’re counting on us to do the right thing; the thing that is good and true and just.

Blessings and grace, love and healing to you this week. Clean slate. Let’s do this! ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse -13 August 2017

moll with painted crimson lips
feel the blue
but the virus was resistant
for the costly price of love
evanescence gone
no means no, you know
I could tell you things…
she appears as an angel
come out from the nimbus mist
there is no normal
dull, entranced faces
our dreams bittersweet
prayers for our fractured nation
their magnificent innocence…fades far too quickly, like echoes of laughter in the distance.


A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

Nimbus – Friday’s Word of the Day Haibun/Haiku


Today’s Word of the Day at is Nimbus. Now, some of you may be familiar with its common link to a particular type of cloud formation; namely, Nimbostratus Clouds. They are those dark, low level clouds bursting at the seams with rain droplets, snow or sleet. I think they are my favorites because when they form the backdrop of a row of tall trees they transform the leaves into a luminous green.

First found recorded in the English language in 1730, Nimbus is linked to the Greek (nephos) “cloud” and Latin (nimbus and nebula), a meaning “cloud, mist”, and (nembh) “violent rainstorm, thundercloud”. The word, nimbus, is also linked to the Slavic (polish) word Niebo for “sky, heaven” which is probably why it was eventually applied to deities and gods. A nimbus in this application is defined at the bright cloud that envelops a deity appearing to mortals in classic mythology. In Christianity it refers to a saint’s halo or aureole.

If you’re a Trekkie, you will know that Nimbus III is located in the Neutral Zone in the Beta Quadrant in the Nimbus sector at the junction between the Federation, the Klingon Empire and the Romulan Star Empire. Or at least it was until they moved it to sit very near Romulus system, and far from the Klingon border. You can read more about that HERE.

These days we still use nimbus to describe a cloud, aura or the atmosphere around someone, if we even use it at all. According to the Collin’s Dictionary, nimbus is in the lower 50% of commonly used words. Nimbus is not a word that I’ll likely use.

Which brings me to the word nimble…which has nothing to do with nimbus. They’re not even closely related in etymological terms. But nimble is the new buzz word in business circles. Must be agile and nimble and identify synergies because at the end of the day, the bottom line means balancing our EBITDA to making our shareholders happy and richer at the end of each quarter. This is what happens when I’ve worked another long crazy week and it’s Friday and I have to come in on the weekend because other people didn’t do their work on time. GRRRRrrrrr!

But I digress. Breathe Kathy…let the nimbus of grace and peace surround you. Write a few Haiku. You’ll feel better…you know you will.  Ahhhh…ohhhmmmm…ahhhh…:)

Actually I do feel a bit better. Here are a few haiku for you. Hope you have a great weekend! 🙂

dull, entranced faces
aglow in pale blue nimbus
where’s the pokemon?

insanity looms
a suffocating nimbus
there is no normal

if you are there god
come out from the nimbus mist
we need a hero

when the sun is right
she appears as an angel
a nimbus of light


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