are you surprised? it felt so good to win to own the libs, back then, didn’t it? to have every wild conspiracy theory you warned me about validated by your guy… your guy, who escaped death, miraculously healed only days after his brush with a sharpshooter’s bullet, with not even a scar to boast about…I have to admit it was quite a show and now, five months in reality has swung the sickle your way…tariffs, government services shuttered, rising costs, mass layoffs, history wiped out, innocent people disappearing from the streets, rights revoked, retribution is the theme of the hour, with access to the spoils of this coup reserved for the highest bidder… cruel atrocities too numerous to mention, but this is what you voted for…right? and so I wonder, are you surprised? and if you are not, if you are not even the least bit dismayed by what is happening to our beautiful country, then I am surprised… and pissed off… but most of all, sad to think I never really knew you
~kat
Gonna let today’s poem have the last word today. It’s been a rough week here in the USA. So sorry world.
But…thank goodness for glimmers. My little friend Mr Bean always makes me smile. I hope you too have a reason to smile today and every day.
Does this make me look fat? my obsession began as a daughter stuffed into clothes that wrapped my curves too tightly I learned to hide behind dark tents of fabric, my soft skin growing pale under the weight of loathing You’re not leaving this table until you clean your plate… subliminal mandates haunt me still burning a hole in my soul that demand to be obeyed, then despised in an unhealthy cycle of too plenty and growling want against intrusive reflections that distort my perspective, rendering me less than…diminishing the beautiful light that chokes for air beneath layers of flesh, a battle waged for nearly half a century, somehow cured instantly, by the tender words of a toddler, with eyes blue like mine, nestled close, pressed against my soft belly, head near my heart, wrapped in my ample arms… I love you Gramma… and I realize, I was made for this.
~kat
I was a chubby kid. The yo-yo battle between thin and fat started in my teens. Weight has been a relentless foe for most of my life. Those rare seasons when I was able to shed weight happened only because I stopped eating…well mostly. I subsisted on hard boiled eggs, water and lettuce…and a few strawberries to treat myself, which of course is not particularly healthy or sustainable. I am older and supposedly wiser these days but that doesn’t mean I defeated those demons that haunt me still. But I am working toward being healthy. And today’s recounts a true story…the words of a toddler that saved me. Excessive dieting is not the answer to improving my health. That “I love you” murmured from the mouth of a mere babe set me on a path of embracing my curves because, you do understand, don’t you…grandmas that are soft and squishy around the middle give the best pillowy hugs…💕
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…soft squishy hugs count! 😉
I want to believe that my life matters in this anonymous, faceless world where we have grown suspicious of touch where kindness and empathy are a four-letter Word I need a hug and a good, long, ugly cry to cleanse myself of the sadness that overwhelms me in what we have become if there is a god… may I learn to be one who never wonders if there will be enough who rises at dawn with a song on her lips may I learn to be a sparrow
I am a universe a constellation of scars black holes of abuse cratered by the meteoric blows of broken men rendered powerless who felt eclipsed in my presence my heart broken and mended time and again I am a miracle of nature a patchwork of sorrow a brilliant supernova of ecstasy my body is a life-supporting orb its outer space a Milky Way of stretch marks that trace paths across the soft landscape of my core where life bloomed again and again erupting into new universes as well as a shooting star that left a trail of tears falling under the weight of gravity before disappearing into the night I am the sun, warm, radiant, fierce, and the moon, a reflection of all that is true, with the power to shift tides that erode stone set in place for centuries, reclaiming their course shards into the deep, leaving a soft, cool surface for children to sink their feet I am a mystery, I am an open book my eyes, pools of compassion, my voice dripping pearls of wisdom, I am love, I am hate, I am day, I am night some will say, oh, she is just an old woman but lean in a little closer my dears and you will see…I am a universe
~kat
It’s Mother’s Day weekend here in the US. It’s weird this year. So much of what we fought for in my youth is being eroded away by those who dream of the world before women were given rights. It wasn’t that long ago that women couldn’t own property, obtain credit, vote, or make health decisions for themselves. How quickly things slip away when we take them for granted.
And so, we celebrate mothers this weekend. If you are fortunate enough to have a loving mother who is still in your life, cherish her. Be sure to tell her that you appreciate her. And if your life is complicated…i wish you peace and healing.
Much love and glimmers to you. Today was a cool spring day. That was glimmer enough for me. I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.
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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