Luminous Luna
silvery bowl waxing
brimming with stardust.
kat ~ 18 January 2016

It’s Sunday, and time to lift a thought or two from each post of this past week. What an interesting week it was!
Several photo fiction challenges took rather dark turns. Overcast settings, abandoned places. Something in the air…or maybe the water? The word prompts were slightly more upbeat, but I was already on a downward spiral, so it’s understandable that my own dark side reared its head, taking out a few unsuspecting ice crystals along the way. So sorry you had to witness that! 😜
Unsolved cases, happy rescues, wrongs righted, criminals thwarted… thingifications (not to be confused with thingamajigs or thingamabobs) – hey, it’s a word. Someone on the internet said so! And remembering to breath while the moon keeps secrets to herself amidst big foot sightings. I do hope you’re breathing right now…I am feeling a bit breathless after all that!

It does seem a bit strange looking back this week. I feel a tad bit like Alice (of wonderland fame). But all is well. And it’s all good. For someone who loves words and writing them, it was a very good week indeed!
On an administrative note, I decided to tweak this series’ title to “Sunday’s Week in Re-Verse” …a combination of two words “review/repeat” and “verse”. This weekly series has been and continues to be a work in progress after all.
So there you have it. And here it is, my look back, line by line, at the week that was.
Sunday’s Week in Re-Verse ~ 17 January 2016
He never played hide and seek again.
Fire and ice collide at dawn.
Hope springs eternal
if not for the rain.
mystified wide-eyed dreamers you hope for admiration…
Old moon growing dark
Between once upon
“Yeah yeah, well here’s what ya’ came for.”
Welcome to my world!
“Are you okay ma’am?”
is a utopian myth
imagining him human
A reckless notion
‘oft uttered by “tools”
in a world filled with suffering, how tragic.
He was old school.~ kat
If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me to prepare for the upcoming week with a clean slate.

Happy Friday! Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day is quite conceptual in nature, while also being rather concrete in meaning. In addition to its general definition, as reflected in the graphic above, it has been applied in reference to Marxism (Click here to read more on that from Wikipedia. ) or regarded as a fallacy of ambiguity according to this wiki source:
“Reification (also known as concretism, hypostatization, or the fallacy of misplaced concreteness) is a fallacy of ambiguity, when an abstraction (abstract belief or hypothetical construct) is treated as if it were a concrete, real event, or physical entity. [1][2] In other words, it is the error of treating something which is not concrete, such as an idea, as a concrete thing. A common case of reification is the confusion of a model with reality: “the map is not the territory”.
Reification is part of normal usage of natural language (just like metonymy for instance), as well as of literature, where a reified abstraction is intended as a figure of speech, and actually understood as such. But the use of reification in logical reasoning or rhetoric is misleading and usually regarded as a fallacy.”
OY!…is your brain hurting yet? Perhaps I should rethink exploring these “words of the day” as a morning practice! I promise, I am not a masochist! To preserve my sanity and brain cells I do sometimes need to let these challenges simmer a bit while my brain acclimates to the shock of being set into high gear.
Today was one of those days! Not to worry…I came up with a handful of haiku. I will leave you with this last thought…an excerpt from LogosJournal’s exploration of the history of the word:
As a synonym of ‘thingification,’ the inverse of personification, reification metaphorically refers to the transformation of human properties, relations, processes, actions, concepts, etc. into res, into things that act as pseudo-persons, endowed with a life of their own. Depending on the grammatical subject of reification – who reifies what: is it the analyst who reifies the concepts or is it society that alienates the subjects? – the transformation of human properties, social relations, abstract concepts, etc. into things, types and numbers can operate both on an epistemological and on a social level.
I rather like reification’s synonyms…”thingification” or “to thingify” as in reify… now this, I get! I have provided the synonym for you if you haven’t had your coffee yet. Now I think it’s time for a nap! 🙂
Reify in Haiku
The past reified (thingified)
is a utopian myth
doomed to a repeat?
some reify (thingify) god
imagining him human
reveals lack of faith.
A reckless notion
is corporate personhood
reification (thingification)?
to say “piece of meat”
is crude reification (thingification)
‘oft uttered by “tools”.
kat ~ 15 January 2016
It’s Thursday and time for another entry in response to my friend Jacqueline’s photo challenge. A little glimpse into the place I call home.
This is a night view from the edge of my neighborhood. In the distance the famous Roanoke Star atop Mill Mountain watches over us all as we sleep.

…and for fun, I am adding a view of the floor in my kitchen…of my feet in fact…as they appear next to the front paws if my English mastiff puppy who hasn’t finished growing yet!!!! Welcome to my world! Haha!

Send your own photos from home by connecting HERE! Happy Thursday! 😊
“Are you sure you have the right address? This is an odd place…”
“Yes…I’m sure.”
“How about the date and time. Maybe…”
“Look! Here’s the letter! This is the place. Today’s the day…and we’re right on time! I knew this would be a waste of time!”
“Well, they might just be running late. Let’s give it a few more minutes.”
A door slammed. Minutes later a frail white-haired man shuffled toward them mumbling gibberish to himself. He cocked his head to the side, eying them both.
“Which one o’ you is her? I don’t have all day here.”
“I’m Sarah Morgan. The one who conta…”
“Yeah yeah, well here’s what ya’ came for. Don’t you be blabbin’ about where you got it. I told ya, I don’t want no trouble…ya hear?”
Sarah took the envelope and pressed it to her heart. Inside was the name and address of the couple that adopted her daughter…against her will.
She typed the address into the gps. “Let’s go.”
kat ~ 13 January 2016
(169 Words)
This story is a flash fiction challenge prompted by the photo above by Etol Bagam and provided by my friend PJ at FFfAW (Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers). Read other stories or enter your own by clicking HERE.