Category Archives: Social Issues

February 22, 2026

a long past due ReVerse poem

a long past due ReVerse poem

glowing red at dusk
this IS…NOT NORMAL!
they say truth is dead
in the grave, clock ticking 
be present
in the breach between good and evil
the hot truth screaming
touches my heart and soul deeply
my friends don’t say much
they are roaming the neighborhoods now
living their best lives
in high-octane liquid form
so many words
horrible truth bleeding out…
a pulse detected
the other crows watched
silence is not an option 
sometimes a glimmer is a cold dark night
reclaiming the inheritance of the meek
it’s why they come here
this life is not a battle to be won
just past full
breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong
late afternoon sun
most reasonable, relatively sane people would agree
seeking refuge from oppression 
whispering softly 
it’s never too late to do the right thing
it is a rare thing
they light the night sky

~kat

As you can see it’s been a while since I posted a ReVerse. I believe it is serendipity that steered me here. In bits and parts the lines above would have had the same impact in the story that it tells. My country is not okay. And I refuse to look the other way and be silent when anyone…when any living precious soul is suffering at the hands of our current lawless, vindictive, soulless, hateful government. I can’t travel, or get out to protest like I used to when I was younger. But I can write. Years from now when I am gone, it is my hope that my voice finds its place in the chronicles of this dark time. Not only my take of what is happening, but the glimmers that sustained me and filled me with hope.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you,

~kat

✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Speaking of…her are a few glimmers from the past month or so!

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.

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February 18, 2026

cloistered

By Kat Myrman

The neighborhood watch strolls by every dawn. Glimmers of grace and strength.

cloistered

it is a rare thing
to live on the wild edge
of monocracy

~kat

much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

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February 16, 2026

waking the giant

By Kat Myrman

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

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February 14, 2026

refugees and rumors

By Kat Myrman

refugees
. 
blue
eyes and blond hair,
traits 
inherited from
my ancestors, foreign refugees,
who dared
to hope in Liberty’s
promise of freedom,
compassion,
opportunity…
.
from across the ocean they came
with dreams for a future, a fresh start
they put down roots and worked hard,
found a home here, raised a family
not unlike 
today’s 
sojourners 
seeking refuge from oppression 
only to find
the Lady immured

~kat

I have decided to stop counting the days. It took me days, the entire week actually, to scratch this bloody commentary of a pi-sequence poem (3.1415926535 8979323846 for the syllable count each line)

It’s exhausting here in the trenches watching everything implode. My heart breaks daily for the victims of cruelty and hate.

I manage to get up everyday, tend to my animal friends, and work, but the darkness only seems to get darker. It’s hard to ignore. Hard to feel anything but guilt that the scourge hasn’t reached my door yet. Most of all I am horrified by the way we are treating each other…especially children. Those who claim to support life, clearly don’t. Their concern ends at birth.

I wrote another poem… an acrostic…

I heard a rumor…

It’s about time…
Most reasonable, relatively sane people would agree
Presidential immunity is over
Elections are not for the overtaking
And democracy is not for sale
Congress is finally waking up, ready to
Hold this corrupt dictator wannabe accountable 

Tell DJT and his sycophants it’s over 
Restore decency and justice for all
Undo every vile executive order that
Made him and his ilk richer…declare
Power to the people where it belongs

~kat

I do hope the rumors are true and congress follows through.

As for glimmers. Just because I am not counting days does not mean I’m not paying attention and looking for glimmers! If I can hold onto a glimmer of hope, show compassion and kindness, even if it feels inadequate to counter the relentless onslaught of terrible…I have to trust that it is enough. Especially if I’m not the only one glimmering.

So yes, I also have a few glimmers to share. They are both tiny. Sometimes tiny is best because it forces you to notice…to lean in,

We have babies of various forms,,,

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February 8, 2026

day 379

By Kat Myrman

Today’s Glimmer! As per my routine, the deer get a scattering of corn outside the fence…the birds get seed and peanuts inside the fence. This doe decided to partake of both! 😆 when I shushed her away she cleared the fence in one graceful, magnificent leap. Took my breath away, in a very good way ✨💚✨


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