Category Archives: Social Issues

Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 25

retirement lost

it was a reasonable goal, when I was
young, naive enough to trust the promises
of politicians who, by the way, never keep promises…pay into the machine, they explained, in fact, we’ll help you…we’ll pass a law to nab it (I mean deduct it)
from your hard-earned, blood, sweat and
tears, wages…skim it right off the
top, so you don’t even miss it, for
safekeeping, in a special fund (unless
of course we need it for, say, millionaire bailouts, those poor, rich misers who long
to be billionaires…just a bit…you won’t
even notice…and we’ll raise the age,
people are living longer, healthier, these
days you know…to balance the books,
add a sliding scale to incentivize you to
work and pay longer into the slush…
I mean security fund…potāto…tomăto…
just wait until you’re 65…66…66 and
4-5-6 months or more…or if you’re
feeling immortal, retire at 70…72 in
a few years more to maximize your
return…it’s just a few years…it’s a
gamble…what a deal… you live long
enough…they’re betting you won’t, and
actually have a plan for that too, cancel
accessible, affordable healthcare…but
I digress…it was a reasonable goal when
I was young and naive…as 70 fast
approaches, this year in fact, I suppose
I made it, beat the odds, will finally claim
the ultimate reward, that big payout, except
I won’t be retiring any time soon…I can’t
afford to do that…thank goodness I still
have a job and enough of my wits to work it

~kat

Na|GloPoWrMo 2026 Day 25 Prompt: Today’s challenge asks you to write your own poem in which you use at least three metaphors for a single thing, include an exclamation, ruminate on the definition of a word, and come back in the closing line to the image or idea with which you opened the poem.


I’m calling today’s glimmer “mission accomplished!” There is a certain satisfaction in accomplishing a task without any leftover parts! Our resident plecostomus has outgrown our meager 30 gallon fish tank…perfectly fine for tetras and snails, but totally inadequate for a monster, prehistoric looking ground feeder. We decided to gift our wine cabinet buffet hutch to a young couple we know…we don’t even drink wine!!! What were we thinking when we thought we needed that piece of furniture in our dining room…pass a shot of good bourbon on the rocks if you please! 😉 I ordered a rush tank cabinet and it arrived this week. Managed to dolly it up to the back porch and set to the task of piecing it together…let’s just say I am an expert with an allen wrench, the go-to tool for all furniture kits from China! A short three hours later, I had completed the project! It is beautiful, sturdy, and will make a nice addition to our dining area…and I can’t wait to introduce our pleco to his new digs! There are sure to be more photos to come!!!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ~kat

✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 23

Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 23 Prompt: Try your hand today at your own take on a villanelle, and have the poem end on a question.


nothing new under the sun

there’s nothing new about the news today
another war, another grift, more lies
America the great’s on full display…

just live what’s left to live for, anyway
ignore the fools, believe your lying eyes
there’s nothing new about the news today

the bots will lure you in, just walk away
turn off your phone, and get yourself outside
America the great’s on full display…

take a walk, sink your bare feet in the clay
turn your face toward the sun under blue skies
there’s nothing new about the news today

use this moment, breathe for heaven’s sake
listen to the breeze, hug a tree, get high
America the great’s on full display…

you don’t owe anyone the time of day
so when you’re overwhelmed, just step away
there’s nothing new about the news today
America the great’s on full display?

~kat

This afternoon’s glimmer…it’s the simplest of things that touch us the deepest…much love, peace, and glimmers to you! 🥰 ~kat

Poetry style: The villanelle consists of five tercets and a quatrain with line lengths of 8-10 syllables. The first and third lines of the first stanza become refrains that repeat throughout the poem. It looks like this: 

A(1)
b
A(2) 

a
b
A(1) 

a
b
A(2)

a
b
A(1) 

a
b
A(2) 

a
b
A(1)
A(2)


Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 20

ode to the humble turkey vulture

and the gods created them dark, bald,
and brooding, not exactly the life of the party,
more like the cleanup crew, not averse to
leftovers, picking bones clean, saving the
planet from methane gas, one carcass of
rotting flesh at a time, the gentlest of
creatures who wouldn’t, couldn’t kill a fly,
totally misunderstood, a six foot wing
span that blocks the sun as it swoops
overhead, darkening the sky, causing one
to wonder if they might be descended
from dragons, or demons…looming from
the corner of the room watching, waiting,
at the ready to clean the refuse left
behind by privileged, out of touch souls
who wouldn’t be caught dead doing what
they do, ironically, their inevitable death
is exactly what these dark angels are
watching, waiting for… despise them at
you own peril for they will have the last
laugh, happily disemboweling you simply because it’s their job to clean up the world’s
mess, and because the gods created them dark

~kat

Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 20 prompt: For today, try writing your own poem that uses an animal that shows up in myths and legends as a metaphor for some aspect of a contemporary person’s life. Include one spoken phrase.


Today’s Glimmer…my wife is determined to create a butterfly/bird garden for me…because she knows how much I love them. It’s going to be beautiful! It IS beautiful.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨🪴💚🪴✨✨✨


Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 16




trees know

there are seasons of letting go
friends and lovers will fade away
we grow, and shed our childish ways
let go our children when they’re grown

over the years I’ve learned, trees know
when autumn comes you’ll be okay
friends and lovers will fade away
there are seasons of letting go

every heartache helps us grow
opens our hearts to each new day
leaves floating on a breeze display
how to prepare for spring…trees know
there are seasons of letting go

~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 16 Prompt: Today, try writing a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you.


Today’s glimmer…a few succulents to restore empty flower pots to verdant glory. I thought these were unique when I happened upon them at the greenhouse center. When I looked them up and discovered their names they became even more delightful to me! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨🪴🌵🪴✨✨✨


Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 15

it’s not love

you say you love
cheesecake,
strawberries and
oh my gawd…chocolate,
chocolate anything,
you say, is TO DIE FOR…
um..okay
puppies, kittens,
baby giggles…weeping
willow trees, dogwoods,
the ocean, salty air,
smell of newborns,
right up there with
puppy breath, roses,
honeysuckle, lavender,
lilacs, wisteria…(sigh)
the smell of fresh cut
grass..green peppers and
onions frying, bread baking
you say you love
books, rom-coms, Olympic
curling, football,
wearing the color fuscia,
black, and fuzzy slippers,
how fickle of you to
declare love for
all these things
all at once or only when
the occasional object of
your declared affection
presents itself, faithful or
not, love is just an
overused, four-letter,
meaningless word, these
days, objectified,
unrequited, unreciprocated
love me, love me not…
in the end you’re left
with a petal-less flower

~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 15 Prompt: Today, we’d like you to write your own poem that muses on love, but isn’t a traditional love poem in the sense of expressing love between romantic partners.

A Quick Glimmer…some graceful friends spending their afternoon on the edge of the woods. One if them resting in the shade on a hot, sunny day.

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