Category Archives: Social Issues

Liberated – A Three Line Tale

Photo by Sandis Helvigs via Unplash

“Of course you are welcome, you are always welcome to join us for the holidays, but as always, we ask that you abide by our rules, namely, no discussion of politics, religion and social issues allowed.”

I understood the rules because I had smiled silently invisible at their table many times before, politely passing stuffing, turkey and congealed salad to the right, always to the right, but this year for the the first time in years, I liberated myself from this annual masochistic ritual and declined their veiled invitation. 

In response they feigned their disappointment, relieved, I imagined, that they would be free to spew their misinformed, caustic blabber, unfettered by my silent winces from across the room, saying simply, “We will miss your face.”

kat ~ 24 November 2016

A Three Line Tale based on the photo above. More along the theme this week of letting go and nurturing my soul as I enjoy a peaceful Thanksgiving with my significant other at the Chinese Buffet. I am thankful, so thankful this year for the freedom of choice, for love and friendship and for family in small managed doses. May you find peace and harmony in simple pleasures this most unusual holiday season. 


Utopia

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As the ruling class had promised, internment camps were established in every district to house the undesirables who were identified and sorted during the great purge, to be kept safe with their own kind: the immigrants, the refugees, the gays, the Muslims, non-Christians, Agnostics and Atheists, single, divorced and widowed women over 21 who did not have the covering of a husband, native peoples, the homeless and the disabled.

Small delegations from each sub-community were given authority to keep the peace, to report dissidents, who were swiftly removed to an undisclosed location and to order basic necessities, such as food and medicine for their respective areas.

It was meant to be a temporary inconvenience until everyone could be registered and vetted sufficiently to re-enter the regime, but the process was long and ridden with changing rules and red tape, and the longer it took, the more comfortable the outcasts became, staying behind their walls with their own kind, where it was safe.

~kat ~ 17 November 2016

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by photo by Jace Grandinetti via Unsplash.


The Walls We Build


I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Arranging travel for executives
Typing their profiting plans bits by byte
With a few quick breaks to brew myself tea

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Answering phone calls with veiled pleasantry
When asked for favors, I serve with a smile
Hoping to mask my deep fear from their gaze

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Lost in the hum of my blessed routine
Locked in a prison of my own making
Where I feel safe from their gloating eyes mocking

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Outed by friends who boast my deep secret
Hoping to prove they are not like the rest
Those who’d deny my rights as a human

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Collateral damage, votes cast in fear
closet doors open whispering my name
Still I resist their safe promise and yet

I hide in a cubicle, dawn to dusk
If I had money I might build walls too
Oh, in my own way I’ve done this, it’s true
But I don’t feel safe from danger that looms

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Doing my job and paying my taxes
Wondering where they will be on the day
I cease to be safe despite what they say

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Wondering who I should fear and who, trust
Minding my business, yet knowing I must
Open my heart to be healed by love

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
It’s not the ideal arrangement I know
I’m gonna try harder to open my heart
And let you back in, it’s small, it’s a start.

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk.

kat – 14 November 2016


I Am Here – Magnetic Poetry Monday – 14 November 2016

i am here with
a warm embrace,
an open heart,
a secret smile,
a listening ear,
to be your voice
when dark days growl…
remember, i am here

~kat – 14 November 2016
(Magnetic Poetry Online: the Poet’s Kit)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 13 November 2016


It is a new day. A Super Moon Sunday day. Another opportunity to a live what I believe, to have my spirituality tested, to step up to the plate and not be found wanting, to know if all those lofty ideals I cling to and write about are true. It’s an opportunity for me to practice empathy, compassion, forgiveness and healing even, and most importantly, in the trenches of despair.

In the wake of the shock and awe of the election, I found myself faced with several moments of truth.

I have been unfriended by my youngest daughter. She doesn’t understand why I am so selfish, and she is especially angry that I would express my thoughts on social media where her friends can see it, embarrassing her (she was obviously for the other candidate, as were all my daughters, along with their in-laws and extended family members). What cuts the deepest is that I no longer have access to her daily pictures and posts, to what has been a happy window into the milestones and growth of my youngest granddaughter. She promised to send photo texts. Social media aside, I imagine that the holidays will be a superficial practice in polite pleasantries. And yet, I do forgive her…she doesn’t realize what she has done. I hope for the best and look forward to that day when she and I can reconnect again in a meaningful way.

My oldest daughter called to check on me too,  and to say she was sorry because she knew I would likely be very sad about the election results. We talked for over an hour. I forgive her too, for being a one issue voter, for not stopping to consider the consequences of her vote. I accept her apology fully with all my heart. Love saves us. Love always wins.

It’s going to be bumpy. I imagine I will have daily opportunities to practice forgiveness and to find hope in miracles. Believe it or not, I’m grateful for this test of faith.

That being said, please be gentle with yourselves, forgive, empathize, seek truth, fight for justice, practice peace, hold one another, be kind and love one another. This is new ground for many of us. But we can do it together.

Peace and love!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 13 November 2016

And that is all there is to it
Could forget it
but remember truth matters

NO WORDS

I can be more effective when I am free from the bonds of unforgiveness.
how eximious one is
Has grown dark…

kat

The Shi Sai (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a new form I came up with during Poetry Month in April 2016. I’ve actually been writing shu sai for years but was inspired to give it a proper name. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”.