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….
roots of grass in horror, the world sees our once great nation fall I was so hoping the pain, the cruelty, the hate… it’s hard to tell, to imagine the peril we're in there is no limit (to) the price I’d pay to send away a certain orange man with tiny hands, never trust a fool
~kat
Gentle Sunday to you. I’d like to imagine that we’ve seen the worst of it. That things will get better, but I know that’s wishful thinking on my part. Already the landscape and landmarks that chronicled the centuries old history of this nation have been irrevocably destroyed, dumped onto the dustheap of failed governments.
But we the people are still here. We’re not going away. Compassion, peace, respect, kindness and liberty are worth fighting for.
And finally…last week wasn’t a complete disaster. Just look at those glimmers!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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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 week.
You ask me this, as if you assume I had the slightest desire…the moon? To leave this beautiful, life-sustaining place that I have known…i love my home i think I’ll pass…but glad you asked the price I’d pay to send away a certain orange man with tiny hands, his team of loyal hacks…now that is worth considering, the lunar scape suits this lot, cold as ice, core of rot barren land paved with debris two-faced, a dark side no one sees… what wouldn’t I pay…it makes me giddy to think of it, oh my! Would be a pity to let this opportunity pass…you asked, What would I pay? Let’s just say anything and all to my last penny!
~kat
It’s been a rough week for democracy y’all. Well, let’s just say DT struck the final blow when he demolished the East Wing of the people’s house. We are not a democracy. There are no longer three separate branches of government. Congress has abdicated its responsibility, the Supreme Court majority is in lockstep with crowning the executive branch a dictatorship. The rule of law is dead. And the fourth estate has been silenced, cowed underground. SMH
So when I saw today’s daily prompt on WordPress I had to smile. It broke through the angst I had been feeling and gave me liberty to imagine an alternative reality to the current nightmare. I may have spent more time than is healthy crafting my poem and artwork for this one…but you know…desperate times do call for desperate measures to make sense of the obsurd.
So I started with my response to the prompt question…and then, once I allowed myself to muse at the possibility of freedom and liberty from our current state, i couldn’t help myself…I came up with my blueprint for Mar-a-Luna. Hey…a girl can dream.
It may not count as a proper glimmer but I do hope it relieves some of the tension of this current time, and makes you smile. I’ll try to share a proper glimmer once I head out into this beautiful world. But for now…
vindictive . fuck around and find out there is no limit to vengeance meted by immature people who feel entitled to retribution for perceived wrongs raising hell on earth
~kat
Just when you feel totally over and done with the daily, sometimes hourly assault by powerful, cruel, deplorable people, more shit hits the fan. It’s by design you know. They want us to feel overwhelmed, to give up, to comply.
Never before in the course of this year, have I needed glimmers more….
We had a basket of more peaches that we would ever eat. My partner volunteers at a wildlife rescue center and I suggested she take them all to the shelter as a treat for the animals who reside there.
You guessed it! Today’s glimmer features an opposum named The Boss! This young fellow will never be released back into the wild. He is blind, you see, but that doesn’t mean that his little life has no value. He’s being trained to become an ambassador who, when he is older, will help teach children and event attendees about opossums…up close and personal. Today the Boss discovered that he loves peaches. And so, without further delay, I present to you the Boss, Ambassador Marsupial extraordinaire enjoying fresh peaches for the first time in his short little life…I hope his smile makes you smile!
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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