outlierz

outliers
we were
skittish
insecure
protesting
demure
vulnerable
to the climate
like cats
without
fur

we
somehow
milked clarity
out of
a blur

got
stronger
more connected
secure

working
out from
within

#vss365
#outliers
#poetry

2.25.25

 the spell of French roast. they was fringe unable to cross into the heart land. lips on fired clay. never mind the mind. and the taxes. and the nightmare. a cut on the thumb mostly healed. they began to type. speak from there. rose in color. touched with pearly foundation.  #katyamills

2.23.25

 my tooth is cracked my ears are ringing the light is hurting my eyes and i have a million things to do and politics on my heart but let us start by writing. #katyamills

petulant patty

the puffy face

of petulance

lips pressed so tight

they sever the air

and vacuum seal

the breath

like death

when all it was

was memory failing

to locate the

choice

word

#katyamills

2.19.25

they swept the dust off each journal drawn from a box in the attic worn from use bindings half-threaded holding on a reservoir of material thirty years of thoughts and reveries to date and transcribe in the sunlight of the recovered life    #katyamills

2.17.2025

it was subtle 

like an algorithm 

a moon phase 

even more so 

it was nonverbal 

unwritten 

untraceable 

we did our level best 

to stay with it 

its influence 

would not 

displace 

us

#katyamills

2.16.2025

i had the story and then i lost the thread. time warped the tense changed and the earth quaked and the person shifted and it started to rain and the music turned choral so it felt like i was in church but i was at home alone and no less sacred to capture more or less with words




#katyamills

enfant terrible

eighties punk 

we turned up the volume 

crossed our bloodlines 

et voila 

enfant 

terrible! 

#katyamills

2.14.25

the reasoning was complex & hard to follow. i am of the cats in the window frame eyes locked yearning for the morning dove. calling out with tender hearts. my words. my truth. no matter what they say how compelling they argue they cannot obfuscate it.  #katyamills

2.13.25

it was all very much to take in and we laced our boots for work was the greatest diversion from powers that be casting aspersion it was all very much to wake up to the light gave us hope and delight before every dark night 

2.12.25

 like Mercury

we were too close

and got burned

i can only see it i cannot feel it

unless i commit to write

when i recall that era

of our lives

#katyamills

2.11.25

i chase the morning story

by these backlit keys

trying to capture any

small triumphs

and not be bogged down

by despairs

within it




#katyamills

2.10.25

yes I have hopes 2 free the mind from desire from ego and all the attachments really but today I am happy with this free tall single-origin coffee and cash in my straight bet win. a momentary liberation from capitalism. 

#katyamills

hot & steamy

 i twirl this cannelloni 

veneziani

into a hot steamy

teenage technocracy

tomatoes 4 blood 

social media

cyclone

#katyamills

thoroughfare 1

the thoroughfare

exfoliated by abrasive city

air. i feel your presence

there. i search for

your voice. where?

my breath

drawn in and exhaled

by the passing

engines




#katyamills

2.5.25

 writing in the morning is a nexus where I can integrate my experiences where i can unravel the confusion where I counter the helplessness by a touch of agency which fosters hope and intensifies my desire to walk with you through chaos into a brighter day   #katyamills

ghost 2

the ghost of them lifted

fresh cut flowers from the grave

yawned and stretched

with the aromatics

stealing away in the foggy

gloom

#katyamills

2.2.25

 no umbrella 

for this plastic rain

i cried out against it

with all my might

fell back into your arms

we worked it off

at the pool hall

20th century relic

faded fabric tables

in blue and green

I finessed a stripe

into the side pocket you 

stopped the cue ball

on a dime

#katyamills

2.1.25

no thanks

gonna ride it out

no rockets to mars

but you can go

im stayin

thug it out here

on earth

I promise ill write home

the saturn space

lit mag




#katyamills