one taco, two taco, three taco, four crisis averted for two weeks more five taco, six taco, seven taco, eight stocks in the tank, as prices inflate nine taco, ten taco, eleven taco, twelve the deal maker choked, bluff’s up, his foes held
~kat
True story…breaking news as of now…we have TWO MORE WEEKS before doomsday…is anyone surprised? I actually had spent the day writing my own version of 99 bottles of beer on the wall…think 99 cells in his brain left to go…but I’ll spare you that exhausting, never-ending dirge! I like keeping it short and to the point. In case you don’t get the connection, TACO stands Trump Always Chickens Out! Thank goodness he is unpredictably predictable.Take a deep breath…take a moment.
Today’s Glimmer…more blooms a-bursting on the hill…an azalea bush that is all buds, and a visit from my crow friend. (He needs a name, I think) Each one is perfect in their own way for a glimmering moment and a smile!
Much love, peace, and smiling, moment glimmers to you!
Hey, I’ve been thinking…wow! I saw that! Do NOT, roll your eyes at me…I have good thoughts…name one time my ideas didn’t work…you can’t, can you? …you know you can’t…admit it…you know I have great ideas…anyhow, I was thinking…actually, it came to me in a dream, last night…clear as day…and I actually remember it…when was the last time I remembered a dream? so you know it must be a great idea…you know?…that corner of the yard you’ve been wanting to…wait…what?…don’t you want to hear what I’ve been thinking? Oh…ooooh, sorry, I forgot…you haven’t had your coffee yet…we can talk about it after you finish work…or, uh, you have to work late? No problem. Text you? I can do that…okay, I’ll text you…you’re gonna love my idea! It’s brilliant…okay, okay, good talk…good talk…let me know what you think! I can’t wait to hear what you think.
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 6 Prompt: try writing with a breezy, conversational tone, while including at least one thing that could only happen in a dream.
Poetry form: Run-On Poem. I been wanting to write one of these for a while. Today’s prompt was the perfect opportunity!
Today’s glimmer…spring POP! There are cute little buds popping from tree limbs everywhere! One morning I’ll wake up and the shade will have grown long under a beautiful canopy of lush green leaves. As much as my sinuses might protest (I have a nasty case of hay fever every year, often losing my speaking voice!) I do love this time of year. My hummingbird feeders are hung. Waiting patiently for our little flock to return from their tropical sabbatical! Here’s the current situation!
Morning BudsBramlett Mountain Peak at DawnSunset from under the Hickory Tree
Much love, peace, and glimmers my friends. I do hope we make it to Wednesday with quiet skies around the world. IYKYK…TACO!
Well, for today’s prompt challenge I started with this…
don’t you just hate it…
I can say without a second thought I have never hated anything your assumption sounds like lecturing I thought you knew me; well I guess not
but let’s go there since it seems you forgot it’s not in my nature to be such a thing I can say without a second thought I have never hated anything
I’m love, light and peace, hateful I’m not, spare me your know-it-all blustering I ha-, dislike it greatly, you think I could hate, well that hurts me a lot I can say without a second thought I have never hated anything
…but I have to come clean…there is one pesky thing, or who rather, that irks my ire!!!
living rent-free in the gray
my insular cortex cannot insulate me from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who before long my putamen disrupts my deep sleep turns my prefrontal cortex gray matter to goo
to hate is not me, just don’t mention DJT what’s a peace, freedom-loving, old hippy to do my insular cortex cannot insulate me from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who
I have loved, loved, and loved ‘til I’m blue can’t you see I am done playing nice, i am nobody’s fool this regime’s got to go or democracy’s doomed the cruel things he has done to us all makes me scream my insular cortex cannot insulate me from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who 😡
and then there’s this…I am having way too much fun with today’s challenge… does that make me a bad person? Don’t answer that! 🤪😳🤣
inedible weed
I abhor it, you know loathe it, disdain it find it totally disgusting abominable, utterly repulsive it makes me sick ruins a perfectly good dish makes it utterly distasteful you know exactly that weed I am talking about… CILANTRO but to say I hate it? hate is not a strong enough four-letter expletive to describe something as nauseatingly repugnant as this so-called delicious green that leaves a lingering foul taste behind pass the guac, hold the… I can’t even say it without throwing up a little in my mouth
~kat
Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 5 Prompt: write a poem in which you talk about disliking something – particularly something utterly innocuous, like clover. Be over the top! Be a bit silly and overdramatic.
Todays poetry form: the Rondel
A Rondel Poem consists of 13 -14 lines in 3 stanzas
Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA-B (uppercase letters are refrains)
Usually 8 syllables per line
Today’s Glimmer…Realizing that even when life is coming up dandelions, it is a wonderful, very good thing. The roses will flaunt their ruddy faces soon enough.
Much love, peace, glimmers, and dandelion wishes to you!
i like the dawn golden in hues, powder blue with lemony mist creep-creeping mid-tree east window undressed to take in the view to rise with the sun, the first sight I see past settling dusk I prefer shadows cool the slightest white twinkling star canopy darkness as black as a patent black shoe to swallow me whole into rem cycle sleep but windows exposed to the fullest of moons send me wearily toward sheer insanity I could cover the glare but I’d miss the dawn too restless nights produce poems laced with lunacy
~kat
Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 4 Prompt: craft your own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season. Try using rhyme and keeping your lines of roughly even length.
I may hop back on later today to share another glimmer. But at least for now, the moon though my side window tonight should be glimmer enough!
I love my naked windows most of the time. Mornings especially…and throughout my workday. And even most nights…except on those nights when the moon is full. As you can see I have a direct view of the moon when it is days before and days after a full moon. It makes me question my interior decorating practice of no window dressings for our house on the edge of the woods. Then dawn arrives and I find myself grateful for the view once again!
Can something that drives you bananas still be a glimmer? I’ll let you decide that for yourself. As for me…this evening’s glimmer became inspiration for a poem. As tired as I am that it’s going to take a few minutes longer before the moon passes through…I made good use of the time, and have a fun little poem to show for it. A glimmer in disguise so to speak. So that would be a yes for me. With some glimmers you may have to look for the silver lining!
there are angels living among us with years of education, clinical training, decades of fixing, managing, restoring… all tossed to the wind to attend to a soul, to quiet the angry flesh that binds it, gently redirecting faltering hearts to embrace mortality with grace, to enter the unknown known… ER urgency, ICU diligence, code blue, crash carts, extreme, experimental, extraordinary measures dismissed, while convincing their charges to join them having broken free themselves from all that their worldly title implies, their mission now simply, compassion, comfort, communication… they have learned how let go control with purposeful intention, to escort souls in transition some people call them nurses, but I am convinced they are angels it takes an angel who knows the way to direct us safely through the darkness to the other side toward the light
~kat
Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 3 prompt: write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be.
Today’s glimmer is my crow friend. He comes by sometimes just to watch. He knows I see him. I know he sees me watching him. There is something extraordinary about being acknowledged by another living soul who makes its presence known with intention. We do this, we two, my crow friend and me, together. I see you seeing me, seeing you, and I choose to pause in your presence for a few magical moments.
We don’t actually speak, but we both know. And that is enough, and everything!
Much love, peace, and glimmering presence to you. I see you!
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