I know I’ve been away for a few days. I needed to take a break. My heart in broken for our nation. And I wonder, how can anyone still support the horrible leaders of this country. What scares me most is that people still do… ____________________
drowning in gaslight
I cannot look away, my senses assaulted by murders captured on cell phones blasted as evidence to the world, targeted death by hate and retribution, forced to witness souls released from battered, tear-gassed bodies…
“don’t believe your eyes”, they say, “we’re here to save you from terrorists”
from babies and five-year olds in blue bunny-ear hats and Spider-Man backpacks harboring fathers legally here, granted asylum, baby boys used as bait, for abduction to oblivion
in case you didn’t know, they now say terrorists are poets, gentle mothers, beloved partners, kind souls who sparkle…
terrorists are helpers, icu nurses serving veterans, who exercise rights once considered established by our forefathers whose last act on earth was kindness helping a woman, pushed down and tear-gassed then ripped from aiding her, and shot dead
I do not feel safer with these so-called terrorists eliminated, nor from the disappearing of children, of innocent neighbors singled out because of who someone perceives them to be…
no one is safe when evil rewrites and repeats history
we are drowning in gaslight, teargas and blood…and we must not look away
let us call out the true terrorists by name reclaiming the inheritance of the meek in kindness, compassion, love, and truth
I wrote two poems today. They follow along the same theme. I can’t decide which one to post. And because I hate having to choose, I choose both. I am distressed by what I’m seeing from Minnesota. And the vicious added insult to injury wielded by our unhinged, vindictive government. I read that they are here in our town too. Someone recorded them, posting a warning to us on social media platforms. No one is safe.
heartbeats
a pulse detected means very different things to different people to some it’s a right to life to others, countdown to death the dearest price paid oftentimes by women, by mothers denied healthcare and autonomy to assuage fragile man-boys with power to choose which heartbeat deserves to live women, mere vessels, repositories for sperm, expendable, when too loud
(this poem follows the pattern of a trio of tankas)
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when the worst thing isn’t
it snowed at dawn for only a few minutes no delicate flakes, just pellets of ice tap, tap, tapping on the frozen ground there’s more to the story they say the talking heads and daily scrolls horrible truth bleeding out… there was a faint heartbeat when they found her, precious time stolen by hateful thugs who let her die the tap, tap, tapping of a pure heart broken by malevolence and hate a kind voice silenced by pellets of ice
~kat
were there glimmers today? Of course…as there are every day…
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?
game night
a good round or several of “Cards Against Humanity” with rowdy friends always generates laughter…the tears running down our red faces, side- aching, breathless kind…it’s good medicine in times like these where everything is scary and deadly serious, and where there is no reason to laugh ever, sometimes being irreverently silly, grossly inappropriate, and absurd is just the ticket, a guilty pleasure to help me forget the world for and hour or two…your turn
~kat
There are other things, of course that I consider playtime. Coloring in new coloring books with a fresh box of crayola crayons with my grandkids. Only Crayola crayons will do…if you know, you know.
Trying new recipes, baking things, anything. It is playtime for me. It is something I look forward to doing over the weekend and holidays.
And several electronic games. I like strategy games that require a certain amount of skill. Not necessarily sim type games.
And finally certain crafting and art projects. It is rare for me to have time to devote to creative play that is not writing. Writing is a non-negotiable must in my life. It keeps me sane.
It occurred to me that I am rather boring. Which is most likely why an occasional game of “cards” was first on my list!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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Today’s glimmer…I made a tray of pecan pie bark or crack (as it is called). It has a graham cracker base topped with a homemade pecan toffee layer, baked until bubbly and then cooled before cracking the entire pan into bits. I love to bake. And today I sent a bag of these sweets to the lovely team who works at the wildlife rescue center. That’s the best part about baking…sharing!
Pecan Pie Bark … first new recipe of 2026. It’s a keeper!
This was the sky early this morning, and today’s glimmer. Sometimes a glimmer takes my breath. Just a few days to go before we bid farewell to 2025. I shall not miss this year…not one bit.
high wind advisory
winter winds howl rattling the roof shaking tree limbs to breaking tearing a path through moonlit clouds tomorrow we’ll assess the damage in the stark light of dawn, but tonight we’ll lose ourselves to dreams cool whispers tossing our hair while tickling our ears with nothing sweet
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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