cut flowers . in winter whisper sweet nothings to my soul scent of roses infusing the air a gift to brighten cold gray days stirring gratefulness for friendship and new memories
~kat
I had a surprise delivery today. It was a holiday gift from my boss. A beautiful bouquet of cut flowers. It truly brightened my day. Made me feel appreciated and seen. Not even the rain could dampen my spirits. The fragrance of roses, carnations, lily of the valley, sweet pea, and daisies filled my room with sweetness. Of course it is today’s glimmer.
rating whores . the polluted air waves are spilling into dens and living rooms everywhere the great (in his own mind only) D. T. has nothing Important to say…la la la
not listening here…silence is bliss
~kat
Welp…I heard that there was a presidential address this evening. My house is silent right now. I refuse to be counted as someone who watched or listened to his lies and vile blather. Ratings are something DT covets. I will not be tuning in. Nothing to see here…It’s little things I do to resist what is happening in our country.
And speaking of little things…here are a few hand crafted glimmers… wall and home decorations. Creating a glimmer to enjoy doesn’t make it inferior to glimmers that happen spontaneously in nature. All glimmers are worthy of a pause. Do you have a favorite thing that brings you joy? Happy Glimmers to you,
It’s been more than a minute since I crafted a ReVerse Poem…this one spans several weeks. But…I’m glad I waited. I love this look back, line by line capturing daily snapshots of what I was thinking at the time.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. First, the ReVerse Poem…then a a glimpse into the magnificent glimmers that have sustained me!
~kat
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A ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 14 December 2025
a snapshot in time
let me be a safe place for you but for a golden moment muted in cool gray a snapshot in time
i felt her presence pressing my soul breaking through the veil if I were to change she moves me unseen crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin barely capturing her magnificence, a faded photograph to anyone who sees, it’s clear, frost and lace sheltering in grace snow falls soft they don’t know they’re wild
we should not whisper oh so many times darkness fades away as promised, sure as dusk
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 here as a review of the past several weeks.
a deep, slow breath in when the end is clearly not clear before fading into dust it’s the dawn that rescues me where the edge looms ever close a glimpse of the heavens morning walks through the mist at dawn just a glimmer souls of trees laid bare and pure the sweetest of blossoms into a world turned gray
~kat
Things have been quite bizarre lately stateside. Sometimes I envy my friends and neighbors across the border or across the pond. But it seems no matter where a body lives, there are leaders who don’t care about the people they serve but rather, care only about staying in power and reaping the benefits. It’s not like this generation of humans is experiencing an anomaly. Selfish, cruel leaders have been with us since time began.
I have found that the only way to survive the wrath of horrible leaders and the current disturbing state of the world is to focus on what is most important. Fortunately the season is right on time. There are opportunities to share time with family and friends this time of year more than any other. Perfect! Because that is what is most important. The relationships we cherish. The world will eventually right the downward spiral we are currently experiencing. For now and until the end of 2025, I choose to cherish those who mean the most to me…and that includes myself.
Take care my friends. Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
there rose up a murmur deep and dark, a secret grown cold too long from the sweetest of blossoms who never bloomed…it is a soulless world watches them wither, refusing to listen
Decades…decades of silent suffering. It’s time to listen to the voices of grown children, robbed of their innocence by monsters still lurking in broad daylight. No amount of redaction can shield them from the power of truth.
It has taken me a bit of time to speak of this horror evolving before our eyes. My heart breaks for the women…for children they never were.
They are not gods who rape and pillage innocence for pleasure. They are demons. May we finally see them for what they are and hold them all accountable for the atrocities they have inflicted.
Much love, peace, and glimmers my friends. Pulled this one from the archives to help us remember what flowers do best when allowed to thrive….
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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