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NaPoWriMo 2026 – the early bird


the early bird

they want you to believe
that there are worms
aplenty
for motivated
early risers
so we set our alarms
for still dark o-clock
splash our faces with
cold water and down
crushed coffee bean mud
to join the robins
who will tell you
that you must break ground
before dawn
to win the race
it’s all a lie you know…
the worms have built
an entire network
underground
unsettling the soil
still…
you will spend
an entire lifetime
early-birding it
until just the promise
of worms
draws you under
where the hint
of fresh-plucked carrots
dangles just
out of reach
as night-crawlers
churn in your gut
burrowing beneath
your skin
ending the ruse

~kat

Early bird entry for NaPoWriMo 2026. It is what it is. That’s what you get at 4 am!

Busy day of work ahead. Leaving you with a glimmer just the same…a snapshot of my sidekick Gabby. She was very sick several weeks ago. A nasty tick got her and we we thought we might lose her. But she is back, recovered, and stuck to me like Velcro. Every day is a gift. 😊

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨


the rain

The view outside my window today…isn’t it lovely! Rainy glimmers today…yes even in the rain…
✨💚✨

the rain

I don’t mind the rain
the sound of each droplet
tapping the ground
is comforting, the scent
of nearby lakes heavy in the air
fish and fauna, fill me
with delicious melancholy
I don’t mind the rain
even as the sky dims
a pale gray, the ground’s
verdant glow, earthy and pungent
sparks something deep in my core
connecting me to life’s force
ancient, eternal…
how could I ever mind the rain
cool, damp, messy, lingering, fragrant
some of my favorite things are these

~kat

a daily prompt I can relate to

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?


bouquet muted

though faded
they are beautiful 
a rose is 
and always will be
by any other

~kat

Happy National Caregivers’ Day

so…I missed it

I didn’t know that there’s a day, well,
there was a day
commemorating caregivers
I might have been more intentional
had I known
I might have taken time
to savor a cup of tea
finishing it, before it turned cold
I might have … oh, I don’t know
celebrated, a little. lit a candle,
cooked my favorite meal,
watched an entire movie…
I might have even taken a day off
an entire day, from my day job
just because…instead of saving
those hours…those days for appointments
for those unexpected plot twists
when showing up is not an option,
when being there is all that matters
because I love them…

it’s just as well, not to have wasted
eight hours paid, to sleep most of them,
because you know that’s what I would do
sleep…then apologize
for sleeping, for taking a break,
for trying to remember
my dreams upon waking,
only to realize
I stopped dreaming years ago

so, happy belated caregiver day…me

for better or for worse,
you know
I said those words, out loud
decades ago
and I meant them

just knowing that there was a day
even if I missed it
softens the load,
gives me a brief glimmer,
reminds me of how strong I am
and how fragile
just knowing

maybe next year…

~kat

Just knowing that there was a day to remember caregivers gave me a moment’s pause, a smile, and the realization that somewhere in the universe there was someone who thought it was important enough to let me, and others like me, know that they see us and appreciate us. As glimmers go, you can’t get much better than that. Well, you could, I suppose, but this one feels pretty darn good!

Much love, peace, glimmers, and gentle care for those who care…

~kat

✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


waking the giant

waking the giant 

I don’t want to alarm you…
or maybe I do…yes, definitely I do,
while you were sleeping
the world took a turn,
a rather nasty one at that
and you thought voting red…always red
would lower the price of eggs and gasoline
it’s true, those things are astonishingly
affordable these days,
I’ll concede, I have you to thank
for that…perhaps
but it’s a smokescreen, a wizardly curtain,
a sleight of hand, if you will…
a calculated plan to divert your attention…
I take no pleasure in being the bearer of reality
painful as it is to have to break your happy, sleepy, little bubble
but it must be said,
you can’t bury your head
refusing to watch the world burn,
the one your little eggs and gas vote
set on fire,
you did that
(Though I’m sure your mother told you
not to play with matches or magas…whatever, semantics…)
because fire, when it is out of control
eventually destroys everything…and everyone
you should know,
I could never forgive myself if I let you sleep
through the end of all endings
so yes
consider yourself alarmed
hate me, if you must
for saying what needed saying
and if by some miracle you want to know more
I’m here,
where I’ve always been,
keeping watch,
with my expandable, 50-foot, copper-laced for extra durability, pocket hose,
the $29.95 special deal as seen on tv,
(I discovered it while watching the news…)
and strong coffee,
because i know this is a lot, truly I do,
but it’s time to wake up…
WAKE UP NOW!!!
if you’d like to talk…
it’s never too late to do the right thing

~kat

This splash of green caught my eye from yards away, our driveway completely clear and dry from the ice and snow that held us captive for nearly two weeks. It’s my glimmer today. The sun is shining. The sky is blue. And this little sprig of pine reminded me that spring is coming soon. A few more warm days like this and the hardwood trees will start looking nubbly with leaf buds readying to pop when the time is right. It’s been a cold dark winter. I’m ready to welcome in the light!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ✨💚✨

~kat


day 379


lost in bread dough and glimmers

I catch myself feeling content, happy even,
enjoying life, sunshine on my face,
breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong
how can a five-year-old boy be
a criminal…the worst of the worst?

sometimes I lose myself in bread dough,
kneading, shaping it into a perfect round mound,
the sweet smell of warm yeast wafting
they were just trying to help,
domestic terrorists are not helpers

how fortunate I am to do work I love,
organizing, scheduling, creating, planning travel for others…
what I wouldn’t give to travel…far from here
they disappear them one by one,
nameless bodies, to fill their quota

I catch myself desperate to find glimmers
bright spot in the everyday, clinging to them
as if they are a lifeline…they are a lifeline
have you noticed the world is on fire,
there is smoke burning our eyes and lungs…

I vacillate between light and dark,
joy and immense sorrow, hope and despair, compassion and anger…
anger mostly, and survivors guilt because
the monsters haven’t knocked on my door…yet

I bought a whistle on a lanyard the other day,
my camera phone is charged and ready
for glimmers…for monsters, for recording
the history that they are trying to erase
there is no making sense of the lies but
there is truth we all see with our own eyes

~kat