Category Archives: Social Issues

the unraveling

the unraveling

the tapestry is unraveling
earthy tones of brown and
tan, yellow and red fading,
white patches soiled from
blood and tears, offering no
warmth, no consolation,
threads splintering, breaking
unable to hold together the
dreams of the innocents
wrapped in it like a shroud…
where are the seamstresses
with steady hands and nimble
fingers, trembling with needles,
eyes too narrow to thread, to
mend the tatters, to scrub
the fabric clean, to restore
the tapestry, or better yet,
to weave a new cloth, one
that is brilliant, softened
with batting, large enough
to cover all who slumber,
to shield us from nightmares,
from the darkest of nights,
to bring us safely to the dawn
we’re hanging by a thread
tossed by tempests, trembling,
chilled to our bones
while the world burns


Crawling out from under my rock. Sorry for my recent silence. I confess that I have been overwhelmed of late by what’s happening to our brothers and sisters of color, to those sick and dying from the pandemic, from the lies of our leaders, from the hate ravaging our streets, disturbing the ardent pleas of peaceful protesters, from sheltering in (sheltering…what a benign word…sheltering). I have struggled to find words, forgetting that it is words that save me from the abyss; that help me get out of my head. I hope everyone is staying safe and well. I hope…at least I am trying to even as the dawn seems so very far away. Peace ✌️

social media jungle

social media jungle

my Instagram is filled with names
of voyeurs that I do not know
prospective followers of mine
but I’m not sure they’re who they claim
with avatars from photo stock
and handles oft’ misspelled and lame
it could well be that they are bots
ill-intentioned moles whose aim
is not in my best interest, trolls,
prospective followers of mine
denied, I’m on to their deceptive game


(Thank goodness for screening filters!)

Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).

Kimo Day 17

“Go back to where you came from!”

there seems to be no end of ugliness
hateful rants from sycophants
power corrupts en masse


I was trying to rise above the rhetoric, but enough is enough! Forgive me this rant! 🤬 Tomorrow maybe I’ll write about trees.

Kimo Days 3-4 – Independence Day

life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
fireworks, bombs burst in air,
fire up the barbie

send in the tanks, send in the clowns, forget
why or what we celebrate,
oppression at the gate


Have you read the Declaration of Independence lately? I’m just going to leave this here…

Many of us are familiar with China

the following excerpt…

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men 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. —

Here are a few other tidbits from the text…several of the charges that justified our case for declaring independence. Reading it again in 2019 is a chilling exercise if you’re paying attention…

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

For protecting [soldiers], by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States.

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world.

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent.

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury.

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

-George Santayana

Sevenling (ignorance) – 22 June 2019

Sevenling (ignorance)

ignorance overheard
one table over, loud, sanctimonious,
obnoxious, extolling ‘merika’s greatness

professing adoration
for propagandized agendas, white privilege,
pro-prelife evangelical hatred for others

don’t engage, kat, for god’s sake, just eat your toast

(True story…it was a nice breakfast out, our Saturday morning routine on the way to the grocery store…well almost. Fortunately, I’ve learned to ignore the ignorant.)

The elements of the Sevenling are:
1. a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line.
2. metered at the discretion of the poet.
3. unrhymed.
4. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of “punchline”.
5. the poem should be titled “Sevenling: (first few words of poem).

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