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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 May 2019

I’m ranting today…if you’d rather not read it, jump below to this week’s reVerse. Peace!

You say impeachment like it’s a bad thing. Oh I jest…not! This past week was rough for anyone who is paying attention, and I admit, I pay far too much attention to what’s happening in the world. I can’t help it. I am a child of the radical 50’s-60’s-70’s. Being an activist and a participant is burned into my soul…like the bras I burned back in the day. But I digress.

It is no longer a mystery what the grand old party (aka, Trump’s party, formerly known as the Republican party) thinks of most of us. To be clear I’m speaking about the GOP, as in anyone who is not white, male, straight, rich, born in the US of A, unless of course your parents were here illegally when you were born, or you happened to be a true native who was here before the white scourge. They despise us.

They despise the children they continue to rip from parents at our borders with no plan to reunite them, they despise sick children whose parents have the audacity to expect healthcare for pre-existing conditions so that their children might have the chance to live, they despise the children that they force to be born, gloating, “you’re on your own now”, once they’re here, they despise school children who dare to come between them and their right to hoard arsenals of their beloved guns. It’s no secret that they also despise people of color, people of faith who are not bible-thumping, evangelical, so-called christian conservatives; they despise the outcast, the refugee and the prisoner, the sick and the needy. Don’t be fooled by their smug “family value”, pro-life drivel. They don’t care about any of that or us. They only care about the votes their lies get them from fools who believe them, thus keeping them in power.

Oh, and this week, they made it clear that they hate women. Unless of course they want to get their rocks off, engage in a little consensual rape (because no means maybe) or have a little fun, a little innocent assault, because boys will be boys, you know. Keep the viagra cheap and flowing like skittles, but not birth control for women. No make that expensive, inaccessible and for god’s sake don’t let insurance cover it, or pregnancy for that matter and make the women pay more for that insurance if they want to have a family…it’s only fair. Men don’t get pregnant. Appoint misogynist predators to the bench, elect them to high office, to the presidency even. And when nasty, uppity women dare to act like individuals, dare to expect the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, make life a living hell for them. Remind them of their place. Remind them that as long as men are in power, they own them. Because women, according to them, are only objects of lust, hysterical, and weak. They need to be managed and punished severely when they get out of line.

It is head spinning to see how swiftly patriarchy is making its last stand. It’s ugly. It’s terrifying. I am outraged that more of us are not outraged. But like climate change (oh they hate the planet too, which is obvious in the way they rape earth’s resources for gain), we will reach a point of no return if we don’t stand up to this evil and stop them. Complicity and ignorance are not options. Impeachment you say? That is the very least that we should do. Our democracy, all that we hold dear, hangs in the balance. Yes, it’s that bad. I took a break from the madness yesterday. We should all do that, to recharge before getting back to it. But get back to it we must. If not for us, then for our children and our children’s children.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 May 2019

petals bursting in brief, fragrant splendor
but for the leaves whispering in the breeze
it was perfect
deny their humanity at the gates
for tender hearts, anger oft’ turns inward
fated by the whim of a breeze
I won’t tell you why
patriarchy
is a lie
yep…it’s that kind of day
when Love rains like
like angel kisses on my face

~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 – 12 May 2019

And just like that, she was gone. This week brought news of the passing of an old friend. We had a peculiar relationship, connecting decades ago through poetry on an online message group. We were internet friends, but so much more. We met in the flesh for a brief brilliant moment. It was the summer solstice, I recall, a magical time when we “wise women” (the name of our writing group) decided we needed to connect beyond our computer screens. That weekend we discovered the power of soul connection under the light of a full moon.

When the message board platform ended, we “sisters” disbursed like whirligigs on the wind. That is, until the next cyber platform, Facebook, opened the door and many of us found each other again. How could we not. It was the fates that brought us together time and again after all, and it is the fates who will ultimately decide when this incarnation for each of us will end.

I shall miss my faraway friend’s light and words. But the truth is, she is still here in my heart, her words swirling in my head. Memories, anecdotes, words of wisdom, sound advice. I am forever changed for having known her. And I do believe we will meet again. I’m not sure how or when. I just know we will.

Sail on “M”. It’s been real.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 May 2019

that I could lose myself so completely
to entertain the ramblings of a fool
people go crazy over a little rain
not a destination, it’s a circle
search for more
inform our steps to guide us through the haze
or at least try
the true value of a life fully lived
muted
to hear her heartbeat one more time

~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 – 5 May 2019

“It’s complicated.” How many times have we heard that? Ask anyone about love and it’s the answer you might get as they shuffle their feet, look down for a few seconds, then slowly, head tilted, gaze up at you with a twinkle in their eye. Better to have love and lost than…we all know the saying. We humans live for love. It gives our lives meaning while holding our hearts ransom to the whims of brokenness. Because, let’s face it, we’re all a bit broken. And that makes the fact that someone could love us seem all the more improbable, all the more rare.

Love makes us do crazy things. It makes us deny ourselves and our best interests. It makes heroes of us. And victims. It is a many splendored thing as the song says. Love feels exhilarating and excruciating in a single breath. We seem to have a love-hate relationship with love.

What would you do; what have you done for love? I know, I know, it’s complicated. I wish it weren’t. What a different world this would be if we just let ourselves be love. We were made for this, after all. Somewhere between that first light, our first breath and the darkness, our last, we have forgotten. But just imagine it, can you, for even a second? Dare I say love doesn’t need to be complicated. Not when we remember we are love.

Oh I don’t know. Maybe I’m a fool. I’ll blame it on this week’s ReVerse. And the fact that this morning I paused for a moment to notice a rose on my morning walk. Her petals were drooping under the weight of raindrops. She was bit wild looking. In fact, she didn’t even look like a rose, or at least not the perfect cluster of petals we have come to idolize. And yet she still smelled sweet. She was undeniably a rose. Try to explain that to someone, I thought. Most of us recognize that even a jumbled mess of petals battered by the rain is a rose, even if it doesn’t look perfect. You could say, it’s complicated, but the truth is a rose is a rose and maybe, just maybe love is, because love is, if we let it be.

Sorry for rambling. I’m not sure any of this makes sense today. I’m not convinced it needs to. Peace and love. Peace and love.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 May 2019

just like that; there are days when I hesitate
from your kisses
I felt the rush of something…was it wind?
Pass ‘em to me then. I’m not shy
we’re an oddity at best
a wisp, a hint
sleeves, broken hearts,
it costs our soul
keepers risk being owned by the tellers
there’ll be no rest
let the fiddler play

~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 – 21 April 2019

Happy Easter to those who celebrate! Happy Pesach to others. Happy 39 moons to my youngest daughters, twins. Happy Spring!! The irises are finally in bloom while the dogwoods cling to heavy fading petals. The weekend slips away. Make the most of it my friends. Tomorrow presents a clean slate to write upon. It will be great or at least it can be. This story, your story, and how it ends is up to you! Peace out!


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 21 April 2019

this ship will write itself in the end
it’s the unknown, that’s threatening
don’t weep for me
we’re comfortable in an old shoe kind of way,
why would anyone pay
grateful am I for nothing less, for less is more that way
they are wiser than they know…
I fear I have devoured her completely
yes these yahoos will become yesterday’s yarn
his words haunt me still

~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 – 7 April 2019

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Happy Sunday! Spring’s persistence is evident in the earthy aroma of rain-drenched sod, bulbs sprouting, birds chattering, squirrels scampering, and the subtle shift of the breeze from frigid to warm, tossing bud dappled trees. 

It’s National/Global Poetry Month. My usual micro-poetry dailies have been replaced by a variety of challenge responses. All this makes for an interesting ReVerse. Each line still represents the past week’s stream of consciousness, however with the added topical constraints imposed by the challenge. That is not to say you still can’t find me between the lines. This week, and for the rest of the month, you will get a glimpse into the me that rises to the challenge on any given day. It’s not forced. Just a different view. 

It is proof of my resilience. At least that’s what I’m claiming and clinging to. Because aside from my blog life, this past week posed a number of challenges that might have set me back had I not learned over the years to live in the moment. A close friend was hospitalized, my bank account was hacked by a cyber criminal wiping out my balance. I have spent hours on the phone with fraud units, police dispatch, venders, to clear my name, while keeping up with my friend’s ongoing serious health concerns, and narrowly averting a blown gasket in my van…and the subsequent repair that set me back several Ben Franklins (fortunately before my account was cleaned out).

Life. It goes on. I’m a survivor. I have this moment right now, writing to you on my laptop, my big slobbery mutt Maxwell cozied up next to me. It’s all good. And I have words…and more poetry to write.

Peace to you. Breathe in, breathe out. It’s moments like this…it’s moments like this…:)


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 April 2019

fluttering its delicate wings
from the ooze, greening,
to leave the nest, literally,
cadaverous, calm,
it evolved after humankind died
I could never bring myself to say it
every day is blurred
nothing to be alarmed about just yet, but
it’s been several years since they’ve been by
they’ll paint us crazy, dupes at best,
leaving others unmoved
regret, the past can’t own me

~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.


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