After five years, our inoperable fireplace restored. A glimmer to keep us warm on cold winter nights.
it’s a date
three years from today meet me in the hills I’ll brew us some tea if we are here still the future we dreamed the battles hard won we’ll tip our warm cups in the light of the sun no longer afraid to be seen or to speak freedom and justice restored to the meek if we have survived I’ve no doubt we will we’ll talk about weather here in the foothills
the elephant is sitting in the middle of the room having left its corner though no one seemed to notice… an elephant is no small thing but we were distracted by flying monkeys and rats, so many rats, termites gnawing through the walls, ants and roaches reducing the foundation to dust it was the elephant in the middle of the room… an elephant is no small thing, perched on a pedestal, a blue ball balanced vicariously on his snout that held our attention as the walls came tumbling down
~kat
I need a glimmer. When this happens I head to the hills…(out my back door) and dear Mother Nature draws me in. She’s fading these days into gold, orange and crimson, as if to say, kat, what you really need is a good long nap. I’m not entirely convinced that is a good idea with winter’s blight closing in. But she shushes me with a lullaby as soft as new fallen snow, and whispers as I drift to sleep…spring is coming.
and just like that…in my dreams the circus disappeared, as circuses do, leaving only sawdust in its wake…
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
You ask me this, as if you assume I had the slightest desire…the moon? To leave this beautiful, life-sustaining place that I have known…i love my home i think I’ll pass…but glad you asked the price I’d pay to send away a certain orange man with tiny hands, his team of loyal hacks…now that is worth considering, the lunar scape suits this lot, cold as ice, core of rot barren land paved with debris two-faced, a dark side no one sees… what wouldn’t I pay…it makes me giddy to think of it, oh my! Would be a pity to let this opportunity pass…you asked, What would I pay? Let’s just say anything and all to my last penny!
~kat
It’s been a rough week for democracy y’all. Well, let’s just say DT struck the final blow when he demolished the East Wing of the people’s house. We are not a democracy. There are no longer three separate branches of government. Congress has abdicated its responsibility, the Supreme Court majority is in lockstep with crowning the executive branch a dictatorship. The rule of law is dead. And the fourth estate has been silenced, cowed underground. SMH
So when I saw today’s daily prompt on WordPress I had to smile. It broke through the angst I had been feeling and gave me liberty to imagine an alternative reality to the current nightmare. I may have spent more time than is healthy crafting my poem and artwork for this one…but you know…desperate times do call for desperate measures to make sense of the obsurd.
So I started with my response to the prompt question…and then, once I allowed myself to muse at the possibility of freedom and liberty from our current state, i couldn’t help myself…I came up with my blueprint for Mar-a-Luna. Hey…a girl can dream.
It may not count as a proper glimmer but I do hope it relieves some of the tension of this current time, and makes you smile. I’ll try to share a proper glimmer once I head out into this beautiful world. But for now…
here in the mountains all is well, the sun is setting it’s hard to tell, to imagine the peril we're in as I lay me down to sleep, I pray this alt-reality to keep
~kat
Some days, imagined glimmers are all that my heart can muster….we drift toward the light when our hearts are troubled.
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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