the elephant is sitting in the middle of the room having left its corner though no one seemed to notice… an elephant is no small thing but we were distracted by flying monkeys and rats, so many rats, termites gnawing through the walls, ants and roaches reducing the foundation to dust it was the elephant in the middle of the room… an elephant is no small thing, perched on a pedestal, a blue ball balanced vicariously on his snout that held our attention as the walls came tumbling down
~kat
I need a glimmer. When this happens I head to the hills…(out my back door) and dear Mother Nature draws me in. She’s fading these days into gold, orange and crimson, as if to say, kat, what you really need is a good long nap. I’m not entirely convinced that is a good idea with winter’s blight closing in. But she shushes me with a lullaby as soft as new fallen snow, and whispers as I drift to sleep…spring is coming.
and just like that…in my dreams the circus disappeared, as circuses do, leaving only sawdust in its wake…
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
she is I refuse to dwell on who she was… strong, full of life, because she is all of that still though muted by adversity the injustice of incompetence of a system that values profit over people, bottom lines over excellence a system that moves on from oops to oh well…good luck…next… there’s nothing more we can do for you
these days, she lives with unbearable, relentless pain these days, she still manages to smile, to give, to care, I have thought, and even said out loud on occasion, I don’t know how she does it but that’s not true, I know… because she is… strong, full of life, and that is all you or me, or anyone needs to know
~kat
My wife has CRPS brought on by an act of medical neglect…incompetence, that has changed our life and plans forever. They call CRPS the suicide disease. For a reason.
Over the past several years as we have made our way through the stages of grief for what we thought was our plan for the future, to settling in to what I had called the new normal. Silly me. There is nothing normal about living with a debilitating disease that brought everything that we thought we knew to a full stop. It has taken a while for us to realize that while everything changed around us, we didn’t. In fact, we grew stronger.
These days, I’ve stopped looking back, determined to make each moment count. Like everyone we have bad days and good. These days the good days taste even sweeter, and glimmer even brighter…because…life.-
Catching up today with two poems or four if you consider the second poem is a Cleave poem (3 poems in one). All following a theme. The United States has gone over the edge. Shutdown…apparently now is the fulfillment of the promised project 2025. The government is in full propaganda mode, sending out political messaging from every agency switchboard, blaming the democrats…is this legal? Doesn’t matter. They don’t care. All this is being used to fuel and justify DT’s vengeance campaign. Attacks on states and cities led by progressive leaders, targeted as enemies of state for not kissing the ring. Middle of the night raids on US citizens as well as immigrants of various statuses…though that doesn’t matter either. The scotus gave DT a green light to declare every immigrant he hates illegal. Cruelty against children. Terror is the point. If you already know about all this, I’m sorry for dredging it up again. But for those who haven’t been paying attention and most importantly for myself to document it all. No one will believe things were this crazy years from now if we don’t record it as it happens.
On a personal note, I received an updated anti-discrimination notice from my employer and health insurance company. It no longer protects me and members of my community referencing a federal mandate clause. I suppose going forward it will be up to the benevolence and backbone of my employer to treat me and my wife (who is disabled and my dependent) fairly. Whether, as time goes on they will be mandated to recognize our partnership of 25 years at all. It’s all happening so quietly…so quickly. First it was all immigrants of color. Next it was DEI. It was stunning how quickly businesses and institutions fell in line by firing and removing protections for people assumed to have been hired because of diversity, equity inclusion. Now the LGBTQ+ community is in the crosshairs. A simple redefining of who is protected from discrimination based on a new law. Who’s next? Healthcare is the latest hot topic on the hill. The poor, the vulnerable, the disabled, the elderly…
I should probably hide myself away and be quiet. But I can’t be complicit in this. This is my way of resisting. So, without further ado.
Poem 1 …a Triolet
triolet:
A (first line) B (second line) a (rhymes with first line) A (repeat first line) a (rhymes with first line) b (rhymes with second line) A (repeat first line) B (repeat second line)
set in motion
it’s already too late the end of us is set in motion a freight train with no breaks it’s already too late the frog boil is ready to plate to feed the beast’s lust for devotion it’s already too late the end of us is set in motion
~kat
Poem 2…a Cleave poem (two columns…poem 1 -first column, poem 2-second column, poem 3-each line across both columns.
1- signs (a List Poem)
Please Do Not Feed Slow Children Slippery When Wet May Contain Nuts Yield…Yield…YIELD Watch Your Step May Cause Severe Drowsiness No U Turn Take A Number The Line Forms Here Do Not Disturb Please Be Quiet Surveillance Cameras in Use Left Lane Closed No Outlet May Cause Death
2- already too late (Free Verse)
Fascists are never satisfied they will divide and conquer proclaiming superiority one way to look, to believe, to be their way the opposite of woke no compassion for humanity weaponizing labels stoking hate and fear they will punish you for being different they will find you it’s just a matter of time fascists are here now it’s already too late
3- signs | already too late (Cleave Poem)
Please Do Not Feed | Fascists Slow Children | are never satisfied Slippery When Wet | they will divide and conquer May Contain Nuts | proclaiming superiority Yield…Yield…YIELD | one way to look, to believe, to be Watch Your Step | their way May Cause Severe Drowsiness | the opposite of woke No U Turn | no compassion for humanity Take A Number | weaponizing labels The Line Forms Here | stoking hate and fear Do Not Disturb | they will punish you Please Be Quiet | for being different Surveillance Cameras in Use | they will find you Left Lane Closed | it’s just a matter of time No Outlet | fascists are here now May Cause Death | it’s already too late
~kat
phew! Now that that is over with, I owe you and myself some glimmers. Life goes on in the midst of chaos. It may not always be a smooth journey, but as I have said before, glimmers are everywhere, every day, just waiting to be noticed by us. Waiting to restore our soul.
Here’s a few glimmers that have kept me going the last few days…
the cusp of the full harvest moon ~ katmy woodland familytrying my hand at flower arranging…happy autumn…my favorite time of the year!
I imagine you there just beyond the mist at dawn your voice singing softly… or is it the birds, the breeze sifting through the tree leaves a lovely chorus of life living that reminds me of you the fog, a taste of heaven dusting the ground in these hills like a veil, allows me a glimpse of heaven…if heaven were a place
~kat
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in all ways
strange how hearing your voice melts the time and distance. it matters not how long it has been or how far…me here and you there one word transports us to that place where time disappears
~kat
It’s been a very busy weekend. But I wanted to leave you with these tiny glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you
I am not your enemy I’m not evil, I not hateful my heart does bleed for righteousness and justice, for equality and compassion, for community…for peace, for the underprivileged, the marginalized, the sick, the immigrant, and refugees, like my ancestors who came here seeking a better life and freedom because I believe, as they did, in hope, in a constitution that says, all men (and women) are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. I am a proud progressive patriot I believe this nation has the potential to be great… not through division and hate, but by being the beautiful, big tent, melting pot, that our founders’ envisioned; a colorful tapestry crafted from patches of silk, cotton, wool, satin, suede, and spandex I believe in the truth and telling it no…i am not your enemy… even if powerful people, intent on hoarding more and more for themselves, would like you to believe that I am once upon a time, I was your family, your neighbor, your co-worker, your friend… in my heart I still am
~kat
For today’s Glimmer, I invite you to “Find the Deer”. It’s a CB part of my morning walk, scanning our property and the bordering forest. Sometimes all is quiet but for a few squirrels chattering and the plop, plop sound of hickory nuts falling from the tree limbs over my head, hitting the ground around me (thank goodness I’ve thus far escaped being knocked on the noggin…knock on wood!) but this morning the young bucks were out. One has shed his velvet and a very strange raw look about his tiny antler points. At any rate join me on my walk and play along… do you see them? Their coloring has darkened with the season from fawn colored to a light brown. I’m fascinated by the natural changed in the environment and its wild residents as they settle into survival mode, winter and hunting season looming.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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And this last one shows my young friend playing find the human inside the box!!! 😊
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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