April 30

 Tuesday morning. ironing a crease. setting the radio volume low. adding carrots and pumpkin seeds. forming a part in the hair. fingertips saturated in super hold gel.  #katyamills

April 28

my god how I cooled into a calm to see you settle into this deep faith leaving your momentary suffering behind.     #katyamills

April 27

You would come to me, sad and belittled, with holes in you, sometimes angered always hurt, and I would tend to your wounds, reminding you gently that he wasn't all bad and nobody is... a byproduct of the war, damaged property of the US Army and in a great deal of physical and psychological pain. 

 #katyamills

money mouth

 

Vitamin K

@Katya444ever

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56m

they saved all thecoins thinking was magical like metal 

made wealth

#katyamills

April 25

I could hear the thunderous bass line on the other side of the bridge. From here it was much kinder like the water took the heat out of it. I had to repeat myself five times. The first two because you were drowned in sound. The last three because you could not believe what I said. You made your way to the side of the stage and stuck a finger in your ear and pressed the phone to your head, 'Why?'

#WIP #katyamills

April 24

 WIP excerpt... 

They stood on shore, dripping. I thanked them and headed back up the levee to where you stood waiting, my love, and you put your arm around my neck and we walked to the car. I was crying a little and apologizing for ruining the concert. Behind us the kids had overthrown the ball and one was cautiously wading in to get it while his sister was yelling for him to be careful and watching him intently, chewing on her fingernails.  #katyamills

big deal

big deal! he said sarcastically. this time she would not believe him over her own emotions. it really was a big deal and she wasn't crazy. and it happened on a full moon too.

#katyamills

drunk 1

the ocean
mirror of sky
the whole world
blue sinking
in the depths
you 

so much for drinking
and driving

#katyamills

folklore fail

she had become a splendid goddess of the sea according to the folklore. tell that to her brother her mother her father. her little dog. tell it to her lover whose heart was broken the day she drowned.

#katyamills

book review

Latest Review of Girl Without Borders

"I actually enjoyed the plot of this book. I had read a few reviews before reading it and saw that some people didn’t like the layout of the writing. I did enjoy it however the only issue I had was understanding when a person was talking as it wasn’t in speech marks but was in italics instead.
The plot was rather fun to read and easy to keep along with. I just struggled at times to understand it due to the writing style as stated before! However, it was often poetic to have the writing this way.

It was a great novel by a fascinating writer and I hope to read more works by this author in the future!!"

link to Georgia's review on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/6427587464

pub crawl

to forget the trouble

to forget it all they 

shifted down into 

a pub crawl

#katyamills

terrible secret

the tractors
running on oil
manipulate the soil
5pm the workers head off
night falls
he buries the burlap sack
deep into the ground
with a folding WWII shovel
before CEMEX lays the
foundation
secret safe
4 now

#katyamills

peregrine

they got a lock on it

unwavering in the face of pressure and influence they did not self abandon

a peregrine falcon in a dive

#katyamills

whole life

 

Vitamin K

@Katya444ever

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Now

the love story the duplicity the enduring faith after a crash and burn. what a saga ... if only it had been just a pitch, she exclaimed, not my whole life!

#katyamills

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why do you always want more more more? she asked. can you never be content? he admitted it wasgreed ... but what else would I do with my time? scroll my phone endlessly with no purpose like you?

yards

my love

come let us walk the grave yards 

drinking our pearls

brush with spirits both

living and dead

arm in arm

tonight

#katyamills

tax it

wrapped in blankets lying there on the couch with you and the two tigers staring up through the high windows love was not lost in translation the body letting go of all earthly problems for a while until we realized we forgot to do our damn taxes

 #katyamills

chop

they kept quiet beneath the hum of the two-stroke engine, the water's chop flattened by the belly of the boat and the drunken rants of their captain, squinting at the sun.

#katyamills

a livid sky

the pen ran dry. they turned it over noon to night restless and worried. posted letters to Brussels and London and Melbourne. what was certain now was fluid. in the park they watched the palms give form to the wind under a livid sky.  #katyamills

bottle blue

the voices bombed her head until she told them off

a touch of bottle blue coffee on her tongue

the cats lapped up a saucer of oat milk

the painting of a grape harvest had eight different shades of red

when the afternoon sun crept down the wall 

from the window and caught it

#katyamills

glue

all you wanted was your own friends and to like the things you liked and be left alone sometimes with your thoughts. they mistook love for glue and got upset with you.  #katyamills

bad influence

 you grew up with bad influences

bad influences who created you

who instructed you to not to make friends

with bad influences. it was a terrible surprise

to them to experience you separate

body mind heart and soul

#katyamills 

Ripley

8am. beyond her usual waking time. she yawned and stretched and yelled out cathartic. early sun thru blinds made lines on her body and face and across the sheets. she watched Ripley strike the man in the head with a glass ashtray, the night before, and dreamed she had committed an unspeakable crime. she had not been feeling well and needed the rest.  #katyamills

dopablast

 we scroll

eyes parched by blue light

a simple diversion

seemingly harmless

we scroll and scroll until the day 

dopamine blasted

spirits parched

we pull the plug on

social medias

#katyamills

Sandra

my dearest cousin. i am calling after you. your form ghostly and lithe against the depths of the forest. i run after you in this dream. creatures breaking through branches on either side of us. fearful i am chasing the memories. fifteen years since we lost you.  #katyamills

date night

the night well gone

a dread to be alone 

a check to sign 

chain around her neck 

flirts with light 

to shine 

an eye to twitch began

two lashes tangle 

a contact falls 

at the angle 

a jazz ensemble 

the fingers play the floor 

for a speck 

goodbye 

she thought it was the end 

and he says 

can i see you

again?

#katyamills

April 5

gotta let it go. if you hold on it will live in the back of your lungs and wheeze

#katyamills

redolent of self

inspiration percolates behind the avatar . . . the final concoction aromatic . . . redolent of the most cherished aspect of the whole self.     #katyamills

initiate

age 10

the older boys fling him into the mêlée

adrenaline spikes. he jumps on an older boy's back

to keep from being 

crushed

thrown off. hits the ground 

hard!

gets up. almost crying. runs headlong 

into danger. reticent 

no more

#katyamills

centering

all the honey
all the messaging
4 money
the media
what a
cacophony
u get lost easy
breakdown
without silence
2 center
raison d'être
on earth

#katyamills