Tuesday, 20 October 2020

tbh #9

to be honest no method 

can rival a letter 

written by hand

describing the thoughts the 

feelings to convey

you truly care



Monday, 19 October 2020


the method 
relentlessly within
a wave of sound
from dusk to dawn

a chorus of frogs
the eye of a
full moon


Sunday, 18 October 2020

tbh #8

 on my morning walk to seven

eleven for coffee i heard a single bird

watched the light come into the sky

two women held one another

crying by the petrol station i

wondered why?

Saturday, 17 October 2020

tbh #7

to be honest it can happen to anyone the loss 

of direction. all the wrong people

loss of home and vocation loss 

of sanity

believe in yourself!

there's nothing you cannot 


Friday, 16 October 2020

butane hill

alone i faced the wind

above the trees blowing

in my hands sheltering the

laughing blue the life of



Thursday, 15 October 2020

i vote

i vote for one who is awake i 

vote for a leader who cares who 

responds not reacts i vote 

for one who has experienced hardship

and overcome it. i vote for one 

who realizes violence and madness 

are contextual did not come out of 

nowhere. i vote for one who is

not destructive but



Wednesday, 14 October 2020


7am. getting numb in the chair where

the drills will battle my teeth

sky is orange like novocaine

painted on gums oh 

what fun getting



Tuesday, 13 October 2020

paper flower

the petals turn colorful pirouettes
pinwheels for narrow pupils having a moment 
careless of cashier judgment 
unspoken under ultra premium violet exposition
1999. like midnight sun was 
a tradition


Monday, 12 October 2020

tbh #6

 to be honest some truths 

are too painful. i dispel

them with ice cream 

and books


Sunday, 11 October 2020


an army nurse out of shiloh
tennessee found herself deep
in the hornet's nest. after the war
came west. the sunken road
prominent in her nightmares
the men bloody and dying
gasping unable to speak she
could not turn away her 
stone is simple she passed 
in 1903


Saturday, 10 October 2020

tbh #5

life has come together in the last decade. all that i have learned has come to use in some way. to be honest it's been a long journey. i struggled for years with identity, mental illness, addiction. never stopped writing. working on my 6th book of fiction. my author page is here: https://www.amazon.com/Katya-Mills/e/B00F5DWHGC 

Friday, 9 October 2020

tbh #4

to be honest i pressure cooked
an artichoke i stole from
your garden. drizzled oil
with garlic squeezed upon
the heart i cut out for you

all u ever learn comes to use
some way some


Thursday, 8 October 2020

tbh #3

 to be honest the laboratory 

curiosity has filled 

with experiments will

be trashed the day subject

becomes object


Wednesday, 7 October 2020


gave my towel coded

red to the wind to be 

honest the sun 

is a bull


Tuesday, 6 October 2020

tbh #2

To be honest i cannot know 

your heart your mind and though

your words your actions confuse

and vex me upset and perplex

me i can only be who god

made me and do the best 

i can. 


Monday, 5 October 2020


in this our post-industrial society

how loving to skip the math to give 

your attention undivided. how 

grateful we are for wholeness 

like an apple like

an egg

unless one holds the deficit hyper

active or otherwise multi 

tasked. we understand one

cannot undivide 



Sunday, 4 October 2020

tbh. scratch

 to be honest i 

beat myself into a hopeless 

frame of mind 

no matter how down i

get relentless i

get back to work i



Saturday, 3 October 2020


my mood was Q a big wide

open with a kick stand wants

to roll. like dynamite 

set off at sunset ina pumice 



Friday, 2 October 2020

into the cellular memory

she concocted a potion for the full

harvest moon. diatomaceous earth

stirred with baking soda

and water. to convey the spirit 40 million years

back when all cellular life was more

or less collaboratively 



Thursday, 1 October 2020


a diatom i befriended

passed away and willed his remains

in a letter. i mixed a teaspoon

with water and planted myself

by the root of the bonsai

to activate our silica