Category Archives: Week in Review

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 16 December 2018

It takes work to be an optimist. Especially during the dark months of winter. We light candles, hang twinkling lights, decorate our homes, bake sweets, gather together, give gifts, sing songs. With all this gaiety and joy surrounding us, it’s hard to imagine anyone being sad. But so many people are this time of year.

We expect so much of ourselves and others. Of course this just sets us up for disappointment. And we are entirely too hard on ourselves, in my humble opinion of course. Alright, I’ll be honest with you, I tend to be too hard on myself.

I found a heart shaped lump of snow this week. (True story) It warmed my heart. It made me realize that the most important thing in this world is kindness and yes, love. Not just loving others and being loved. As wonderful as that is, it’s loving oneself that makes all the difference. It’s realizing that I am worthy to be loved, most of all by myself. That little lump of snow reminded me. And I hope you realize it about yourself, too. And don’t be so hard on yourself (I’m saying this to myself most of all). May you find the light that shines inside of you this season of long nights. Have a great week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 16 December 2018

clinging to petals, frozen,
dawning amber, silent morn
Ya neva’ know what ya’ might find in its belly
things that stir my soul
nose to the grind stone
soft snores, puppy breath
you’ve signed away every drop
reminding me that love’s everywhere

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 9 December 2018

Happy Sunday. Today was a sleepy snow day. I love the hush of a deep snow. We had about a foot of the white stuff. No street sounds, just the gentle puff of fluffy flakes hitting the ground.

Progressives in this country have been likened to snowflakes. I’m not sure why. It’s considered an insult. Perhaps because snowflakes seem fragile, easily melting if they hit something warm. But when the air is frigid and the ground is hard and cold, snowflakes don’t melt. They band together, and together snowflakes are a force to be reckoned with. The usual routine of the day is interrupted, the roads become impassable, schools and businesses close and the hard work of digging out begins.

When I think about snowflakes I’m not much bothered by the petty name calling of haters. I’ve seen what snowflakes can do when they band together. Beautiful snowflakes. Power does not always need to be fierce to make an impact.

If you’re a snowflake, know that you are not alone. Together we are not only beautiful to see, but a force to reckon with. And btw…each snowflake is unique too. Just like you.

Have a great week. ❄️❄️❄️


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 9 December 2018

useless escape key
beyond their gilded gate
I’ve been losing parts of me
just needed an invitation
you only see
drip by dirty drop
‘round your beating heart
sense of urgency is code
things I can’t recall
that fire in one’s belly

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 December 2018

In the stillness of late autumn, hearths crackle softly, teapots whistle, pots of soup simmer on low, and the sweet smell of baked goods lingers in the air, as the nights grow long. Winter is coming. It is a magical time of family gatherings, celebrations, sparkling lights and the exchanging of gifts. A time when we learn how lovely it is to give. We learn how to graciously receive. Or at least we try to. Most of us need a little work on that part.

So, this final month of 2018, as we remember the passing year and store up hope for the coming one, let there be no regret, but rather a gentle acceptance of days gone by; the good and the bad. May we gift ourselves with compassion, forgiveness and love. January symbolically represents a clean slate. My wish for all of us is love, peace and joy. It’s sounds a bit cliché, I know. But I can dream. I still do.

Have a great week.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 December 2018

dawn’s chorus erupting
I keep my dreams close
all those years ago
it was all smoke and tears
wasting my time
a lifetime is short, as seasons go
wish I could look away
whisp’ring prayers, their souls to keep
street lamps humming low
pluck soft petals one by one

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 November 2018

It’s so very convenient to “not go there”, especially for the milk spillers, who would rather not be reminded of the souring pool of curdling mess that they’ve wrought by their carelessness. I’m talking religion and politics of course. Oh…you didn’t know? I’m quite good at hiding behind symbolism, metaphors, and allegories. I sometimes speak in code, or not at all, simply blinking, curling a lip or rolling my eyes.

Mostly I stayed silent, happy to be invited to the party. I followed the rules. Talked about the weather and … the weather, but they knew. They always knew I wasn’t one of them. They tolerated me because, well, because I was their mother.

And then they helped to elect a monster. A monster who has ushered in a vile reign of greed, bigotry, misogyny and hate. We live in a world now, where anything goes, where there is no truth because everything is fake. “Don’t believe what you think you see, believe only me,” he spews, and they lap up his drivel like honey. They’ve closed ranks, put up a wall, drawn a line in the sand and think nothing of challenging anyone who dares question why or how they could support such a monster. They think nothing of shunning those who can’t stomach the madness, just get along, stop talking politics ever, even when they’re not around, unfriending, disowning, even their own mother…

Sorry for the rant. If you read me, you know you can expect messy, raw honesty. It’s been two years since I’ve been invited to share Thanksgiving with all my children, and consequently, my grandchildren. Two years since my oldest and second born have spoken to me. Two years of missed birthdays, missed graduations, missed milestones. My youngest two still speak to me, as long as I follow the rules. As long as I don’t mention the spilt milk souring in the corner. As long as I behave, I am allowed to see them. We talk recipes and the weather, global warming aside. I know better than to go there. I know better.

We just celebrated the first of a string of holidays here in the US. Thanksgiving was this past Thursday. Soon comes Christmas and New Years…then the birthdays roll ‘round, Mother’s Day, graduations, summer holidays. Two years ago was the last holiday they tolerated me. Last year they didn’t. And this year, I expect nothing.

I know the price of speaking the truth. I know the dear cost of honesty. These days I’m learning to let go. These days I’m rediscovering myself; figuring out who I am after decades of being a mother, and a grandmother to eight; five of whom I may never see again. I’ll always be those things, but I am more. These days I’m learning how strong I am. These days I’m learning how precious life is no matter the heartache.

I love the rain. It’s raining today. A perfect day to bake a cake, to write poetry, to forgive myself my faults, and to be at peace, having let go of expectations. When I do that, even the smallest thing is a gift. This week of being thankful finds me thankful still. Yes, I am thankful.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 November 2018

don’t expect too much
lay them down, down
this mid-autumn night
things like, ‘I love you’
I’m not listening. La, la, la!!!
I made a wish one rainy day
haunted by time’s tocking tick
to know, in a moment’s glance,
in the star dappled void of night
she glows ever bright
turning bare branches dark
to disagree won’t do when truth’s at stake

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 November 2018

This morning my thoughts are with those who have lost their homes and with the families whose loved ones are still missing in California. Such a tragedy. It will take years for many to recover. Life is fragile…and resilient.

Tragedy, heartache, loss are inevitable in this life. But that’s why we have each other. I normally pour my thoughts out on Sundays. Not today. The reverse poem below is pretty perfect. I’ll leave you with that…and this thought. Kindness matters.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 November 2018

change comes by going there,
there is a voice, quiet
What’s the world coming to?
rainy days and bad hair
it’s between the lines, the truest words dwell
it’s time to wake up
roses still smell sweet
we remember, snapshots
its sweetness
only bits of dreams
listen to your heart
there’s more to life…
on the wings of kindness

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 as a review of the previous week.


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