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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 16 September 2018

Hello from soggy SW Virginia where the gray sky is hanging low, heavy with rain. We have seen a few surges of Florence’s bands. A tease of more to come. She’s a a femme fatale having claimed a dozen or so souls during her unwelcome visit to the south. Now her shadow looms at our door. Her intermittent tears flowing ever so lightly as if she wishes to convince us that she is not the heartless tempest others say she is.

We are not buying it though, as waves of fearful hosts strip the market shelves of batteries, bottled water and the ever popular milk and bread. Candles poised to spend their wicks in the darkness wait expectingly on mantels for their moment to shine. We are ready or not for her here in the valley; for raging downpours to saturate the mountains whose soil is already swollen from record breaking summer rains. It is expected that our shallow basins and sleepy rivers will fill to the brim or more between now and Tuesday when Florence exits to the north.

Such is the lot we have wrought with our ignorant glut for convenience and our unfettered exploitation of natural resources, expelling our noxious waste into the atmosphere, tearing asunder the fragile layer of protective ozone, causing the seas to simmer, the polar ices to melt, the shores to diminish and storms to swell in angry protest. We who survive must never forget the role we play in this drama and vow to do better; to tiptoe through life leaving nary a footprint. It’s the least we can do for our mother, nature, who blesses us with so much. It is the least we can do. But, for now, we wait for the storm to pass.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 16 September 2018

perfection can’t be perfected
the wind passes through
life in its magnificence
wanting, wanting more,
for only the now truly matters
morsel by sugar-sweet morsel
but I don’t want to keep you
bellowing counter-clockwise
unfulfilled, denouement,
with no rebuttal, no debate
provoking fear, unlucky
blue sky lull, sleepy denial
if you say so dear
…shallow roots clinging

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 9 September 2018

It’s just words. Sticks and stones…but words…oh yes, words, silly words, how they bless, affirm, empower, indict, illuminate, question, and reveal the very heart and core of us. A slip of the tongue can show us who someone really is. A stroke of the pen, when scrolled in earnest, with excruciating honesty can prick our hearts and move our souls.

I am a writer. I write what I know and feel and am. If not with transparency, then, why bother. Oh I dip my toe into fiction every now and again, but if you read between the lines, I am there, pouring out the words that manifest in my head begging, sometimes screaming to be said. It is no use second guessing the words, razor edged, poignant, magnificent, that must be said. Too much? Too soon? Too revealing? To scathing? Too real? The moment I start censoring myself is the moment I cease to become me. And no one is suggesting that. Well, some are, but I say to those naysayers, be damned.

It’s just words…indeed! Words are everything I’ve learned. Beautiful excruciating words. And I am a writer above all other labels and titles; above all the roles assigned to me: daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, executive assistant, activist, friend. If you really want to know me, read my words. The painful, the snarky, the funny, the heartfelt musings, whisperings. They are not just words. They are everything. They will not be silenced. I will not be silenced. I am a writer.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 9 September 2018

down, down, behind the lace arbor
I am a writer
should be obvious
whoever said “blondes have fun” lied
celebrate those who toil
you can be strong
take care not to linger there
oh god
we’re in for bad weather
crank the cogs to squeeze out a dime
close your eyes now
global warming’s a hoax
right…there is no unless
soul whisperers who bear witness
in a spirit of love
desire for what could be

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 September 2018

Today’s ReVerse speaks to me of resilience and perseverance. In looking back at my ancestors last month I realize that my cells are informed by all who came before me, the strong, the weak, the resourceful, the creative, the curious and curiouser still. People who lived and died here. Who likely never gave me a second thought; never imagined the children and children’s children who would come after them. And I am sure they would be amazed at our modern life and technology.

As different as life in the 21st century may be, some things are the same. Our common humanity, things like love and family, faith and a sense of awe in our natural surroundings are links that bind us all. I cannot imagine the impossible wonders that the future holds for those whose lives will sprout from my family tree years, centuries from now. Life is a gift that keeps on giving.

Have a great week!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 September 2018

I AM FIERCE / i am terrified
well-spring of life, informing cells that make me, me
to those who dare dip from her shallow well
hum of longing, knowing, still
humble selflessness
a crown of crimson petals
the worst was yet to come
evil can’t sustain a never-ending terror reign
but her bitterest arch rival was, in fact, a Valkyrie
again I am surprised to find more royalty
reminds me I’m the sum of many parts
I guess it’s time to get down to business then
there’s a subtle shift
on the prowl, terrorizing
deep peace through the darkest of nights
life overcoming

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 works of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over a period time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 August 2018

Weird ReVerse this week. I guess that’s what happens when you try to mix the present with the past, fire with ice, religion with politics. There’s a reason people don’t like to discuss the latter two.

As for religion, seeing all things through the lens of faith is a shaky premise to hang one’s hat on. Faith trusts in things unseen and in most cases unproven. We can get so caught up in the details and our differences that we forget the principles that are the best of religion. That’s my two cents’ worth.

And politics? Well it’s a beast. People like to keep their political allegiances secret. We cast our votes on “secret” ballots (that are number coded with our check-in ID#). Those so-called secret ballots are traceable back to you as sure as every search you make online adds to your electronic profile, ready for the picking by marketers and manipulators seeking to own your patronage and your allegiance.

It is true I am learning a lot about my ancestors this month. But it is also true that what I’m gleaning is a collection of notable bits and pieces of evidence that have lasted over time. In contrast, future generations will likely have access to troves of useless information to wade through if they are interested in knowing about me. A lot of information that amounts to nothing really. Mind blowing oblivion. I’m gonna end on that happy note. 🤣

Have a great week. I shall be bonding with a few of my grandchildren this week. Making memories…the only data worth sharing in this age of TMI.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 August 2018

what mystery meld of genes informs my flesh and blood
the thunder, the storm,
one day i know i’ll be just a fleeting memory
days of rain
trouble tells me
good and fair and wise
while revolutionary battles raged, a great awakening time
requiem on a crumpled page
an eagle spread it’s massive wings,
the status quo’s nemesis
days spent keeping house and raising her large brood
ice and fire don’t mix anymore than church and state
the dark, velvet sky opened up its heart

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 works of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over a period time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 19 August 2018

Another week flew by. Work continues to be a bear, with relentless pressure from the top…must keep those shareholders happy. I don’t mind admitting that I have refreshed my resumé. Working at this current pace cannot be healthy, but I’m not sure any place else will be much different, or better. It’s part of the insanity of ‘merica, where the rich get richer and the poor die trying.

All this to say that, coupled with my dive into my ancestors this month, I am even more aware of how fleeting life is. I am growing less patient with willful ignorance and outright stupidity, less loyal to an employer who, for all their “go team” blather would replace me in a heartbeat without batting an eye…or not, and instead dole out my duties to the poor schmucks left behind to save money on payroll.

Despite all that, I am learning to live in the moment; to look for glimmers of hope and light. Does that surprise you? It shouldn’t. I am actually finding the perfect balance of zen and bad assness. It’s something I believe we need more of in these trying times.

Because I have news for you. The ugly, mean people don’t respond to kindness. They are getting meaner by the day, and we are so past the point of trying to understand why they’re so angry. They wear their anger like a badge of honor along with their red MAGA hats. If they give up their anger, what do they have? Only themselves to blame for the vile demagogues they’ve elected…but they’ll never admit it.

Nope…the best thing I can do is tolerate them, or not, I really don’t care if I offend them these days, and retreat to my corner when I need to breathe. I’m doing that more often these days and I’m thinking it’s not such a bad thing. Have a good week. I hope you take many good breaths this week. You deserve it. 😊


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 August 2018

tree strong, sure, with roots meandering deep
No one ever calls me Miss…
legacies to be recalled by generations hence
i understand
Damn full moon.
gruesome scene…they forced him in, until he burst!
a full life they all lived then to the nunnery they fled
legend has it, have you heard, so they say…
of cockles and shell shards; the sea
with no lick of lack
breaking free takes strength
forgotten? I think not! with these great monikers…
keeping an open heart
with the darkening
remembering things
live and die, no answer for the age-old question…”why?”

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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 works of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over a period time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


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