F. Kate Langan
@fkatelangan-author.bsky.social
Poet, chair caner, reader, writer, animal lover, knitter, spinner.
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February 13, 2025 at 11:14 PM
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presses on my brain, my shoulders
hunch, my face
aches from smiling,
I feel unsafe and need a bath.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
hunch, my face
aches from smiling,
I feel unsafe and need a bath.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
January 27, 2025 at 5:36 PM
presses on my brain, my shoulders
hunch, my face
aches from smiling,
I feel unsafe and need a bath.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
hunch, my face
aches from smiling,
I feel unsafe and need a bath.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
Congealing.
Do not solidify.
For that way
disappointment lies.
F. Kate Langan 2019.
Do not solidify.
For that way
disappointment lies.
F. Kate Langan 2019.
January 25, 2025 at 11:55 PM
Congealing.
Do not solidify.
For that way
disappointment lies.
F. Kate Langan 2019.
Do not solidify.
For that way
disappointment lies.
F. Kate Langan 2019.
Go Down To The Water
To the sand grains washed clean
By the bright sunlight
And the soothing words of waves
Write in the sand
Wind branches wrested from life
Listen to what they want to say
Sit silent, along by the water
With the trees and feel beauty
Around and within.
F. Kate Langan 2008.
To the sand grains washed clean
By the bright sunlight
And the soothing words of waves
Write in the sand
Wind branches wrested from life
Listen to what they want to say
Sit silent, along by the water
With the trees and feel beauty
Around and within.
F. Kate Langan 2008.
January 25, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Go Down To The Water
To the sand grains washed clean
By the bright sunlight
And the soothing words of waves
Write in the sand
Wind branches wrested from life
Listen to what they want to say
Sit silent, along by the water
With the trees and feel beauty
Around and within.
F. Kate Langan 2008.
To the sand grains washed clean
By the bright sunlight
And the soothing words of waves
Write in the sand
Wind branches wrested from life
Listen to what they want to say
Sit silent, along by the water
With the trees and feel beauty
Around and within.
F. Kate Langan 2008.
? How are we older people
Supposed to start again
? Why are these smart young
People making life so
Complicated
? Don’t they care about us
? Or only about money and
Obstacles to navigation
That might not even be there
In the fog that is this
Hurricane force society.
F. Kate Langan 2022.
Supposed to start again
? Why are these smart young
People making life so
Complicated
? Don’t they care about us
? Or only about money and
Obstacles to navigation
That might not even be there
In the fog that is this
Hurricane force society.
F. Kate Langan 2022.
January 24, 2025 at 12:58 AM
? How are we older people
Supposed to start again
? Why are these smart young
People making life so
Complicated
? Don’t they care about us
? Or only about money and
Obstacles to navigation
That might not even be there
In the fog that is this
Hurricane force society.
F. Kate Langan 2022.
Supposed to start again
? Why are these smart young
People making life so
Complicated
? Don’t they care about us
? Or only about money and
Obstacles to navigation
That might not even be there
In the fog that is this
Hurricane force society.
F. Kate Langan 2022.
Brick Wall.
I might have hit
a brick wall lover
off which my head
can not rebound.
The rubber ones
lie scattered behind me
littering the dead ends
of my life;
But this!
But this
is made of harder stuff.
My throbbing skull
is bruised and bloody.
F. Kate Langan 2000.
Photo credit: Pixabay
I might have hit
a brick wall lover
off which my head
can not rebound.
The rubber ones
lie scattered behind me
littering the dead ends
of my life;
But this!
But this
is made of harder stuff.
My throbbing skull
is bruised and bloody.
F. Kate Langan 2000.
Photo credit: Pixabay
January 23, 2025 at 12:25 AM
Brick Wall.
I might have hit
a brick wall lover
off which my head
can not rebound.
The rubber ones
lie scattered behind me
littering the dead ends
of my life;
But this!
But this
is made of harder stuff.
My throbbing skull
is bruised and bloody.
F. Kate Langan 2000.
Photo credit: Pixabay
I might have hit
a brick wall lover
off which my head
can not rebound.
The rubber ones
lie scattered behind me
littering the dead ends
of my life;
But this!
But this
is made of harder stuff.
My throbbing skull
is bruised and bloody.
F. Kate Langan 2000.
Photo credit: Pixabay
the last few yards of past tales
preserving their shape of sorrow or joy
but colour them in shades of hope
for a fresh new future lies before
the feet of parents whose children have flown.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
preserving their shape of sorrow or joy
but colour them in shades of hope
for a fresh new future lies before
the feet of parents whose children have flown.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
January 22, 2025 at 12:53 AM
the last few yards of past tales
preserving their shape of sorrow or joy
but colour them in shades of hope
for a fresh new future lies before
the feet of parents whose children have flown.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
preserving their shape of sorrow or joy
but colour them in shades of hope
for a fresh new future lies before
the feet of parents whose children have flown.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
Shabby Wool Coat.
I am not as good
as that writer over
there, I am only
as good as I am; me-
diocre at best and
my soul weeps a little
even as I plod on
in my shabby wool coat
hoping to become a
better version of the
me I am today.
F. Kate Langan 2023.
I am not as good
as that writer over
there, I am only
as good as I am; me-
diocre at best and
my soul weeps a little
even as I plod on
in my shabby wool coat
hoping to become a
better version of the
me I am today.
F. Kate Langan 2023.
January 21, 2025 at 12:37 AM
Shabby Wool Coat.
I am not as good
as that writer over
there, I am only
as good as I am; me-
diocre at best and
my soul weeps a little
even as I plod on
in my shabby wool coat
hoping to become a
better version of the
me I am today.
F. Kate Langan 2023.
I am not as good
as that writer over
there, I am only
as good as I am; me-
diocre at best and
my soul weeps a little
even as I plod on
in my shabby wool coat
hoping to become a
better version of the
me I am today.
F. Kate Langan 2023.
For each of our lives.
F. Kate Langan. 2023.
Thanks to The Cleveland Museum of Art for the image.
F. Kate Langan. 2023.
Thanks to The Cleveland Museum of Art for the image.
January 20, 2025 at 12:10 AM
For each of our lives.
F. Kate Langan. 2023.
Thanks to The Cleveland Museum of Art for the image.
F. Kate Langan. 2023.
Thanks to The Cleveland Museum of Art for the image.
and social ills for all the world's grandchildren.
If the compassion channel remains ice free.
peace is a possibility; unity is more than a hope.
But all within must learn to listen
to the whispers beneath the querulous voices
as we sweep the gutters clean.
F. Kate Langan 2015.
Photo: by Mike Chai.
If the compassion channel remains ice free.
peace is a possibility; unity is more than a hope.
But all within must learn to listen
to the whispers beneath the querulous voices
as we sweep the gutters clean.
F. Kate Langan 2015.
Photo: by Mike Chai.
January 19, 2025 at 1:02 AM
and social ills for all the world's grandchildren.
If the compassion channel remains ice free.
peace is a possibility; unity is more than a hope.
But all within must learn to listen
to the whispers beneath the querulous voices
as we sweep the gutters clean.
F. Kate Langan 2015.
Photo: by Mike Chai.
If the compassion channel remains ice free.
peace is a possibility; unity is more than a hope.
But all within must learn to listen
to the whispers beneath the querulous voices
as we sweep the gutters clean.
F. Kate Langan 2015.
Photo: by Mike Chai.
Balance.
Centre yourself on the yoga ball of your chest
Core training will keep you strong and lithe
Enjoy the shock waves in your calm pond
They will pass and peaceful dragonflies
Will alight once more.
F. Kate Langan 2016.
Centre yourself on the yoga ball of your chest
Core training will keep you strong and lithe
Enjoy the shock waves in your calm pond
They will pass and peaceful dragonflies
Will alight once more.
F. Kate Langan 2016.
January 18, 2025 at 12:42 AM
Balance.
Centre yourself on the yoga ball of your chest
Core training will keep you strong and lithe
Enjoy the shock waves in your calm pond
They will pass and peaceful dragonflies
Will alight once more.
F. Kate Langan 2016.
Centre yourself on the yoga ball of your chest
Core training will keep you strong and lithe
Enjoy the shock waves in your calm pond
They will pass and peaceful dragonflies
Will alight once more.
F. Kate Langan 2016.
And the axe handle gleams with
The oil from my skin
But the sleeping swan stretches her wings wide
And keeps the sleep from my eyes.
F. Kate Langan. 2016.
The oil from my skin
But the sleeping swan stretches her wings wide
And keeps the sleep from my eyes.
F. Kate Langan. 2016.
January 17, 2025 at 12:32 AM
And the axe handle gleams with
The oil from my skin
But the sleeping swan stretches her wings wide
And keeps the sleep from my eyes.
F. Kate Langan. 2016.
The oil from my skin
But the sleeping swan stretches her wings wide
And keeps the sleep from my eyes.
F. Kate Langan. 2016.
A lover who supported every ounce of flesh
While insisting on my using
Strength for my own survival;
A starlit moment in the fold of time
When I was not a daughter, sister, lover, wife
But whole and free.
F. Kate Langan 2020.
While insisting on my using
Strength for my own survival;
A starlit moment in the fold of time
When I was not a daughter, sister, lover, wife
But whole and free.
F. Kate Langan 2020.
January 16, 2025 at 1:05 AM
A lover who supported every ounce of flesh
While insisting on my using
Strength for my own survival;
A starlit moment in the fold of time
When I was not a daughter, sister, lover, wife
But whole and free.
F. Kate Langan 2020.
While insisting on my using
Strength for my own survival;
A starlit moment in the fold of time
When I was not a daughter, sister, lover, wife
But whole and free.
F. Kate Langan 2020.
“Punky smell: my mother
once said. But now I am older,
I think she wanted to say
“fucking” but could not
because of us kids.
F. Kate Langan 2017.
Photo credit: Alexander Grey on Unsplash.
once said. But now I am older,
I think she wanted to say
“fucking” but could not
because of us kids.
F. Kate Langan 2017.
Photo credit: Alexander Grey on Unsplash.
January 14, 2025 at 9:41 PM
“Punky smell: my mother
once said. But now I am older,
I think she wanted to say
“fucking” but could not
because of us kids.
F. Kate Langan 2017.
Photo credit: Alexander Grey on Unsplash.
once said. But now I am older,
I think she wanted to say
“fucking” but could not
because of us kids.
F. Kate Langan 2017.
Photo credit: Alexander Grey on Unsplash.
Winter colours are lovely and contemplative.
January 13, 2025 at 12:23 AM
Winter colours are lovely and contemplative.
Lemonade.
Waiting for death
with every breath,
headlines in my daily news.
It sucks the joy
and brings peace
squeezing appreciation
from the lemon
of every moment.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
Waiting for death
with every breath,
headlines in my daily news.
It sucks the joy
and brings peace
squeezing appreciation
from the lemon
of every moment.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
January 13, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Lemonade.
Waiting for death
with every breath,
headlines in my daily news.
It sucks the joy
and brings peace
squeezing appreciation
from the lemon
of every moment.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
Waiting for death
with every breath,
headlines in my daily news.
It sucks the joy
and brings peace
squeezing appreciation
from the lemon
of every moment.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
I am.
I am a silver birch
with a bald eagle perching
on my upper left branch.
She looks right into
my eyes and when she
sees that I understand
flies off leaving me
yearning. I reach
and cry for her. I
yearn to go too
to that freedom
of the sky.
F. Kate Langan 2020.
I am a silver birch
with a bald eagle perching
on my upper left branch.
She looks right into
my eyes and when she
sees that I understand
flies off leaving me
yearning. I reach
and cry for her. I
yearn to go too
to that freedom
of the sky.
F. Kate Langan 2020.
January 11, 2025 at 12:44 AM
I am.
I am a silver birch
with a bald eagle perching
on my upper left branch.
She looks right into
my eyes and when she
sees that I understand
flies off leaving me
yearning. I reach
and cry for her. I
yearn to go too
to that freedom
of the sky.
F. Kate Langan 2020.
I am a silver birch
with a bald eagle perching
on my upper left branch.
She looks right into
my eyes and when she
sees that I understand
flies off leaving me
yearning. I reach
and cry for her. I
yearn to go too
to that freedom
of the sky.
F. Kate Langan 2020.
January in Canada.
Fingers of wind gusting
around my house tonight
sear shivers into my thoughts
as memories of cold digits
seep through the cracks
of my comfort as I sit
before the blazing fire.
F. Kate Langan 2025.
Fingers of wind gusting
around my house tonight
sear shivers into my thoughts
as memories of cold digits
seep through the cracks
of my comfort as I sit
before the blazing fire.
F. Kate Langan 2025.
January 9, 2025 at 12:22 AM
January in Canada.
Fingers of wind gusting
around my house tonight
sear shivers into my thoughts
as memories of cold digits
seep through the cracks
of my comfort as I sit
before the blazing fire.
F. Kate Langan 2025.
Fingers of wind gusting
around my house tonight
sear shivers into my thoughts
as memories of cold digits
seep through the cracks
of my comfort as I sit
before the blazing fire.
F. Kate Langan 2025.
I Need a New Washer
Drip, drip, drip
Sour grapes fall
Into buckets of welcoming
Ambrosia, turning sour
Even the most
Precious petal of life.
F. Kate Langan 2022.
Drip, drip, drip
Sour grapes fall
Into buckets of welcoming
Ambrosia, turning sour
Even the most
Precious petal of life.
F. Kate Langan 2022.
January 8, 2025 at 12:32 AM
I Need a New Washer
Drip, drip, drip
Sour grapes fall
Into buckets of welcoming
Ambrosia, turning sour
Even the most
Precious petal of life.
F. Kate Langan 2022.
Drip, drip, drip
Sour grapes fall
Into buckets of welcoming
Ambrosia, turning sour
Even the most
Precious petal of life.
F. Kate Langan 2022.
Against their onslaught.
The doctors just call me crazy
And I take their pills,
But I am the canary
In the coalmine
Of twenty-first century society.
F. Kate Langan 2022
First published in Open Door Magazine July 2022
The doctors just call me crazy
And I take their pills,
But I am the canary
In the coalmine
Of twenty-first century society.
F. Kate Langan 2022
First published in Open Door Magazine July 2022
January 7, 2025 at 12:42 AM
Against their onslaught.
The doctors just call me crazy
And I take their pills,
But I am the canary
In the coalmine
Of twenty-first century society.
F. Kate Langan 2022
First published in Open Door Magazine July 2022
The doctors just call me crazy
And I take their pills,
But I am the canary
In the coalmine
Of twenty-first century society.
F. Kate Langan 2022
First published in Open Door Magazine July 2022
with the wind and feel beauty
around and within.
Write in the sand,
with branches wrested from life,
the ocean's story.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
around and within.
Write in the sand,
with branches wrested from life,
the ocean's story.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
January 6, 2025 at 12:15 AM
with the wind and feel beauty
around and within.
Write in the sand,
with branches wrested from life,
the ocean's story.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
around and within.
Write in the sand,
with branches wrested from life,
the ocean's story.
F. Kate Langan 2018.
Just Another Day ...
The Roman collar,
the dog collar,
the white collar,
the blue collar,
we are all born to serve.
F. Kate Langan 2006.
The Roman collar,
the dog collar,
the white collar,
the blue collar,
we are all born to serve.
F. Kate Langan 2006.
January 5, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Just Another Day ...
The Roman collar,
the dog collar,
the white collar,
the blue collar,
we are all born to serve.
F. Kate Langan 2006.
The Roman collar,
the dog collar,
the white collar,
the blue collar,
we are all born to serve.
F. Kate Langan 2006.
A head scratcher ...
I sometimes wonder
if I'll ever remember
the things I've thought
before a new one comes
in and knocks the old
one behind the curtain
marked "Lost Memories."
F. Kate Langan 2008
I sometimes wonder
if I'll ever remember
the things I've thought
before a new one comes
in and knocks the old
one behind the curtain
marked "Lost Memories."
F. Kate Langan 2008
January 4, 2025 at 12:49 AM
A head scratcher ...
I sometimes wonder
if I'll ever remember
the things I've thought
before a new one comes
in and knocks the old
one behind the curtain
marked "Lost Memories."
F. Kate Langan 2008
I sometimes wonder
if I'll ever remember
the things I've thought
before a new one comes
in and knocks the old
one behind the curtain
marked "Lost Memories."
F. Kate Langan 2008
mood changes in difficult
family dynamics. There was
no time, nor secure
footing required to focus
on another career than that
of survival.
F. Kate Langan 2011
family dynamics. There was
no time, nor secure
footing required to focus
on another career than that
of survival.
F. Kate Langan 2011
January 3, 2025 at 12:41 AM
mood changes in difficult
family dynamics. There was
no time, nor secure
footing required to focus
on another career than that
of survival.
F. Kate Langan 2011
family dynamics. There was
no time, nor secure
footing required to focus
on another career than that
of survival.
F. Kate Langan 2011
Every day resolution:
Keep Going.
We artists, poets
and word smiths seek
authenticity in a superficial
world. Frustrated
by its rarity, we strive
for appreciation for
our efforts. But they
are puny before
the vastness
of creation.
F. Kate Langan 2011.
Keep Going.
We artists, poets
and word smiths seek
authenticity in a superficial
world. Frustrated
by its rarity, we strive
for appreciation for
our efforts. But they
are puny before
the vastness
of creation.
F. Kate Langan 2011.
January 2, 2025 at 1:07 AM
Every day resolution:
Keep Going.
We artists, poets
and word smiths seek
authenticity in a superficial
world. Frustrated
by its rarity, we strive
for appreciation for
our efforts. But they
are puny before
the vastness
of creation.
F. Kate Langan 2011.
Keep Going.
We artists, poets
and word smiths seek
authenticity in a superficial
world. Frustrated
by its rarity, we strive
for appreciation for
our efforts. But they
are puny before
the vastness
of creation.
F. Kate Langan 2011.