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day 232

babies at the helm

their retribution knows no bounds
no resolution may be found
their injury, whether faux or real
seeks recompense, but here’s the deal
revenge is not a one and done
they’ll hunt you down ‘til kingdom come
and even once you’re dead and gone
they’ll trash your name, decry your wrongs
made up or real, it matters not
the point is that it’s not forgot
if you have kids woe to them all
they’ll bear the brunt after you fall
of fabricated, vague connects
there’ll be no end to hate unchecked
until their vapid soul descends
to bitter hell to join their friends
lamenting each raw deal endured
how they were blameless, never heard
how sad that innocents have borne
their cruelty and vicious scorn
vile to the core, intent to destroy
sad little men who act like boys

~kat


Today was a cacophony of horribles. The revenge tour has commenced by raiding the home and office of one of the top persons on the enemy list ( that they claim doesn’t exist ), the testimony of maxwell, the evil sex trafficker was released, sort of…selectively…everyone and no one did anything unseemly to young girls, or so this convicted criminal perjurer says…a military official who made the mistake of accurately reporting that damage done by trumps supposed bombing and annihilation of Iran’s nuclear stockpile was fired today, the Epstein files…remember those? The deadline came and went and congress finally received a stack of previously released documents…nothing new to see here folks…all while the national guard troops wandering the streets in the capital will now be armed…what could possibly go wrong…and coming soon to a democratic city near you…hey there Chicago…and you too New York. Did I miss anything….honestly this all happened today…oh and the supreme leader has traded in his maga hat for a new message…”Trump was right about everything”…of course, whatever you say Donnie boy. It’s easy to be right about everything when you fire all the truth tellers and rewrite history. Don’t even go there…what they’re planning to do to our Smithsonian artifacts and history…that was yesterday’s news. There is no way around it folks. The worse things that could happen, have.

It’s happening. The final labored breaths of democracy. I’m not sure how to act. The sun still rose today. I logged in to work like i do every day. Deer and turkeys and hummingbirds wandered by my window. My African violet popped out another flower. Maybe that’s the point. In the midst of a horrible, awful day, nature reminds me that life goes on…I need to focus on the day. It’s likely to get worse before it gets better. But it’s a waste of living to worry about it. There is air to be breathed, the music of the wind to lose myself in, and to dance. Everything else is noise.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

I know I vacillate between doom and joy these days. With today being heavy on the doom. It’s just reality. Not pretty right now, but I feel called to use this space to document what is happening…should anyone read my words at some future date….but for glimmers…that’s how I intend to get to the other side.

This young female cardinal, resting in the heat of the day. August 22, 2015. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

And Mr Bean…just because. 🥰



day 230

not as I imagined it

retirement in the time of a revolution
is not at all what we were sold
when life was simpler
and families lived closer,
when socializing meant
sitting on your front porch chatting
with the neighbors across the way
while our kids played ‘mother may I’
and ‘Simon says’ in the street
until the sun set, fireflies flickered,
and the street lights came on

the retirement I imagined
was filled light streaming in at dawn
coffee brewing…or tea steeping,
the smell of browned toast,
the mellow, sweet tang of butter
and homemade jam on my tongue,
sitting for a spell to take it all in,
to read a little, to write a little,
with time enough for a walk before lunch.
soup…maybe a light salad or a sandwich
on fresh slices of homemade bread
followed by a lovely afternoon nap,
with the windows open, a cool breeze
softly tossing sheer lace curtains
while my old cat purrs nearby…

retirement in the time of a revolution
requires one to draw from the deep well
of experience, to revisit the idealism
and bravery of youth, to rise early,
to stand, to be counted, to give voice
to the truth, in poetry, on posters,
in letters to editors who still have souls,
to leaders who still have spines,
to be a gentle voice to the young
to be kind to the oppressed and needy,
to be a safe place for those who
need a place to land, to hide, to rest

I’m not sure I would have survived
my imaginary, fantastical retirement plans
I’m sure I would have become a bored,
grumpy, old lady hiding behind drawn shades…

what a surprise to retire during the time
of the great lie, fired up and charged
with protecting the truth, keeping it alive,
shining a light to show others the way home

much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


gabby peeking in to remind me and you to be sure to take a moment for a glimmer. It’s a good thing she qualifies as a glimmer herself! ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨

Sunset in the Foothills ~ kat – August 2025

day 227 ~ another ReVerse 17 August 2025

day 127 ~another ReVerse 17 August 2025

drawing lines in the sand
when storms come, head to high ground
deceptively destructive
you can trust your gut
the fine print
blooms
velvet green
with violets
too soon for my liking

~kat

What an interesting ReVerse this week. It reads like a warning. Can’t say I’m surprised given the world events and the continuing oppressive heat and intense storms of late. It seems as though everyone from the silly leaders who think they are in control, but sorely lacking, and Nature who by all accounts appears to be losing her shit over our insistence that she just fix our mess like she always does. Did I mention wars? There are those too, on too many fronts to count. And war criminals and convicted rapists having tea in remote regions of the world. It’s definitely a good time to be wary, and to watch one’s back, and to keep cool literally and figuratively. At least that’s my plan. Along with a few naps when I can fit them in, and occasionally indulging in a good piece of chocolate, cups of tea, and books.

The world may be spinning in order, or completely out of control. All I can do is what I can do…and be kind along the way…and stopping to notice a glimmer or two.

Much love, peace, and glimmers of kindness to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 226

Dog Days of Summer a la Gabby
dog days

a few months from now
I’ll be thinking of summer
these long hot days…and spring,
the warmth that it brings

when the trees are stripped bare
I’ll be longing for green, with dreams
of cool rain, and flower dense plains

from beneath woolen layers
of long-johns and sweaters
I’ll peer out my window to bleak,
with little to do but drift off to sleep

the heat swelt of summer
is making me wonder when
this fierce inferno will end…

come brief autumn respite,
though lovely you’ll exit
too soon for my liking
for now temps are spiking

I shouldn’t complain
there’s nothing to gain
by wishing away
these hot humid days

with hummingbirds chirping
and spring babies growing
the Tom’s, Jennie’s, deer and the crows

though summer drags on
winter, likewise will tarry
each extreme has its cons and its pros

I would miss each one’s splendor
might as well just surrender
to sweat and to shiver
with grace through it all

~kat

The summer heat has been exhausting. I sometimes wonder if it is my advancing age which makes me less tolerant, but I have never been a summer girl. Give me a cool dark corner, a fan and a good book and I am quite content to wile the hours away until dusk comes with a blessed relief to the heat of the sun. 

Contrarily, in winter after the first snow, hopefully on a weekend when I have nowhere to go and can view the wonderland through the window…I’m not a real fan of long winters either. 

I prefer the in between seasons. But it occurs to me as I get older that wishing away one extreme season for the other is actually wishing precious time away.

How many seasons more do I have? Definitely less than I have drudged through up to now. It has caused me to have a new appreciation for the wonders of each, however small. With little time to spare I am determined to savor every moment. But can I at least say…it is a blasted inferno out there!!! Followed by a deeply felt uggghhhh!?!!!!

Summer and I have moved on in our love-hate relationship to a mutual place of respect I think. I promise to stop saying I hate summer, and summer for its part will do its best not to give me heat stroke…at least that’s my spin on our negotiation. 

Much love, peace, and cool glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 225

A few thoughts on flowering violets

from one bloom,
two.
soon buds will burst

patience is
key
with violets

purple pops
‘midst
leaves, velvet green

watched pots don’t
bloom
nor do they boil

and changing gears, this is happening as I write…

deals for dictators

dictators
meet
to make deals

the people
hope
to be heeded

destruction
looms
in the fine print

~kat

I am a patience person. But having the capacity for patience can wear thin when the waiting drags on; when a particular scenario repeats itself, over and over with the expectation of different outcome. I am of the opinion that no good thing can come out of the unholy meeting happening in Alaska. We’ve seen this show before when Trump was out-witted by this war criminal in the first term. This time, portends a similar endgame. It felt surreal to watch a smug dictator basking in the red carpet welcome afforded him. Trump was clearly out of his league then and he is woefully naive of who he’s dealing with now. 

I hope I’m wrong. Hanging in the balance are lives and the sovereign autonomy of a democratic nation. Hanging in the balance is the coveted Nobel Peace Prize, which is the primary concern of our hapless president. I only have so much patience for the grotesque theatrics being played out. 

So, it’s lovely to have my little African Violet plant rewarding me for weeks of loving care with clusters of buds and 2-1/2 beautiful purple blooms. It was a  practice in patience waiting for that first flower. But once it bloomed I was less vigilant for more. The buds were there. That’s all I needed to know. They would bloom too, just as the first one had. 

So there is still hope that these men will come out of their meeting with a glimmer of the prospect of peace…just a glimmer would be good. Then maybe the world can breathe. 

I’m growing weary of bad news. But I am still hopeful. Much love and glimmers of peace to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Poetry Form: the Piku 3/1/4 (a form that combines the first three digits of pi and the three line example of the haiku).