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glimmer day 115 – NaGloPoWriMo 26 April 2025

pandemics and zombies and dictators…oh my


yeah…I’m gonna pass…
the next apocalypse, that is
it’s exhausting
get the vaccine, or not
wear the mask, or don’t
whatever you do, don’t get bit,
zombie cooties are lethal
let us not forget, “you know who”
with his itchy, little fingers
has the nuclear codes now
and he’s not afraid
to try them…oops
clean up on aisle 47…

instead, join me in the bliss
of the present moment
I’ll bake us cookies
we can sip tea and watch
the sun rise…and set
dream of nothing
not even tomorrow, because
tomorrow’s not promised
to any of us…apocalypses
come and go, but the question,
the question always is,
did you live in full,
the life you’ve been given…
don’t answer that
just do it,
leave the zombie slaying,
and apocalypse surviving
to those who believe
it will make a difference
because the truth is…
no one gets out of here alive

~kat

NaGloPoWriMo 26 April 2025 prompt:

Think fast
What would you save from apocalypse? What’s in your Noah’s arc or “just” in your car fleeing from some emergency? You have 10 minutes to gather your “valuables.” Write a poem about your most precious belongings. / Recommended reading: “Writing Poems in the Middle of a Catastrophe” by Özge Lena


I didn’t forget today’s glimmer. There is no pretty photo to share for this glimmer. I started the day like I usually do. Walked Gabby (my pup), fed all the critters under our roof and tossed a few peanuts outside for the crows, and then, I gifted myself with a morning nap. I slept deeply until noon. I had chores to do, and I got to those, but those few extra hours were lovely. A gift to myself. And a reminder to myself and you, dear reader…self-care, no matter how that translates to you, is not an indulgence, but it is essential to keeping you, you.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Take care of you! We need your light in the world!

~kat


Beautiful Sky

“It’s so beautiful daddy. It’s like daytime in the middle of the night!”

Wayne drew his family close, tears streaming down his face. All around them other families huddled in loving clusters to witness the event. It was a scene replicated around the world.

Days earlier, world leaders and their wealthy friends boarded space vessels that would transport them to a new planet galaxies away. The ozone they had depleted in their lust for greed and power left the earth vulnerable to the impending solar flare.

“It is beautiful Zoe,” Wayne whispered, as a great flash of light consumed them.

kat – 2 March 2017
(100 Words)

For Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. A flash fiction challenge inspired by her beautiful photo of the sky.