she’d be easy to off she’s not a mouth breather I could do it tonight but i guess I should keep her she seems nice enough mostly leaves me alone even feeds me wet food spends hours on the phone I don’t miss the streets ‘specially when it rains have a soft place to sleep I shouldn’t complain, though she’d be easy to off I’d just lay on her face til her lips turn pale blue slip away with no trace but sadly I’m spoiled I’ve grown lazy and fat she’s devious, that one crazy old broad with cats
~kat
A second take on today’s prompt. Couldn’t resist.
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 9 Prompt: Today, try writing your own poem in the voice of an animal or plant, or a poem that describes a specific animal or plant with references to historical events or scientific facts.
my stylist complains the lawn next door is greener I told him to stop with the buzz cuts already so we can dance with the wind
~kat (a tanka poem)
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 9 Prompt: Today, try writing your own poem in the voice of an animal or plant, or a poem that describes a specific animal or plant with references to historical events or scientific facts.
Pileated Woodpecker of Bramlett Mountain
This morning I happened upon the most wonderful glimmer. Just outside my window a magnificent pileated woodpecker was having a lovely time chipping away at an old downed tree. Of course I caught it on camera…not just a still photo…a little video clip! Enjoy!
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!
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!
The Doe’s Motel circa 1955….photos by the current owner on yelp in 2026
the doe’s motel
twelve is that awkward age in the best of times, sweaty, smelly prepubescence with a touch of self-consciousness, breast nubs, and pimples, no matter where home happens to be, in a tidy cul de sac with a mailbox at the end of a paved driveway, edged by a meticulously coifed lawn with a lavender phlox border or at the Doe’s Motel on Route 45 in Libertyville, home to a family of eight kids who shared three rooms, the oldest boy, a paraplegic who could swim like a fish in the kidney-shaped swimming pool and us, my dad, mom, sister and me, third kitchenette unit from the end, the only room with a colored TV, bought by my dad, with special permission from the reservation office, to make it feel more like home… normal is just a setting on a washing machine
I don’t know why it pops into my head all these years later, I don’t need remembering now with a steady roof, a proper address, a mailbox, cupboards always stocked, categorized, alphabetically, in tidy, unsettling rows, labels facing out, and a mortgage paid on time, the first bill paid every month year after decades before groceries, before anything, with a steady 9 to 5, give or take, to sustain it all, I’ve come a long way from the Doe’s Motel…I have…
imagine my surprise to discover it still stands, an RV stop these days, reminding me how fragile life is for survivors… that kidney-shaped pool is paved over now, but the ghosts of us swimming like fishes that summer of 1968… I remember us swimming all too well
~kat
Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 2 prompt: write your own poem in which you recount a childhood memory. Try to incorporate a sense of how that experience indicated to you, even then, something about the person you’d grow up to be.
Time for a glimmer…in the midst of a deluge of storms yesterday afternoon well into the night we had a brief glimmer of sky and the setting sun at dusk. Proof that even in the midst of a storm…there are glimmers to be found!
Much love, peace, and glimmers in the storm to you!
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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