Friday, 16 April 2021

clearance Q

for the love of silence 
they lived 

no tv
no kids
strong meds
no voices no 

they got they life 
back 4 nothin' 
off a clearance 


Thursday, 15 April 2021

fears and opinions


coffee and

classical music 

help push aside the fears

everybody has 

i must be thoughtless


for worlds come

into view


Wednesday, 14 April 2021

joie de vivre

the songs on the radio 

could pull them through the roughest days

the no knock warrants of mood and memory 

flashbacks attacking the heart

the soul

if they made it out 

alive they traveled to the intersection 

of bustling and boisterous

hoping joie de vivre might 

rub off


Tuesday, 13 April 2021

life after cancel

 they anticipated a day the world 

would cancel them too and dreamed 

up some life what would follow


Monday, 12 April 2021

levee city

we walked levee road
the heat threatening 
shopping carts pushed
into the canal the geese 
hissing. the last great flood
in 1850 the things 
which used 2 no longer 
scare me


Sunday, 11 April 2021


out from under

hundreds of miles of cassette tape

and wires. useless and bound by 

an ethos of noninclusivity they

patched it together they

sang they own wobbly

song til someone 

came around


Saturday, 10 April 2021


composing worlds in solitude

what a way of seeing something missing

bringing into being what

you seeing

they can go there 

all who belong


Friday, 9 April 2021

the prince is dead

beholden to the union jack they

cried the prince is dead! 

nobody could recall the day

a child was born with a royal

stake. the screenagers in great piety  

dropped phones and made a vape tornado 

to celebrate the deceased 

the end of life leased


Thursday, 8 April 2021

in the wake of the British exit

and covid lockdown Belfast began to immolate

rocks and petrol bombs the 

working class weapons

a few hundred years 

ago we dumped their tea in protest

of tariffs we could not get the redcoats to

to leave


Wednesday, 7 April 2021


mineral green her eyes

the color of the river

Nile. over middle earth 

to the sea she moved 

the world in sultry 



Tuesday, 6 April 2021

once upon a time in april

we got free phones free

shots in the arms waiting 

in lines. we got sun rays we got fools 

days without showers we

got flowers   #katyamills

off the coast of friendship

we could tell the future
by the birds gone quiet
a change in the winds
our energy jumped
full of dread we shouted out!
like we gonna perish

then the storm subsided
left our faces wet and salty
lush and flush 4 the sunshine


Monday, 5 April 2021


solitary horn opens the cathedral

8am. stained glass dove etched

in the dome. weary-eyed bishop

golden marked robes. you can't have 

communion if you ain't a saint and 

who wants to be anyway


Saturday, 3 April 2021


known more 

4 the absence of faith

than faith

they followed a feeling

bought a taco

4 a hungry



Friday, 2 April 2021

blanco y

grew up white ina world 

where nobody hurt you like 

you hurt yourself where if you

got any color and spirit you 

got beat down now how can it be 

any wonder in the world 

today white is unpopular 

distrusted despised? 


Thursday, 1 April 2021


laserfiching with blueprints 

they mapped out grand plans

thanking all gods

they was trans


Wednesday, 31 March 2021

slow mo

tail end of the nightmare pandemic

an extended slow mo hug was greater

than any antidepressant stronger than

any drug    #katyamills

Tuesday, 30 March 2021

life once was song 
created and produced by crickets
ina full throated silence


flying down a dirt road at dusk 
consumed with emotion 

she demands 
we find another


lover girl boy

she choreographed the words
by heart channeled to the lips
conducted by the tongue she
wanted him he wanted
her. the earth shook the
ground beneath cut up into zigzags they
held their ground they
held hands across the divide
and made the world


free the ever given

endless tugboats and an egyptian

full moon high tide

could not dislodge the floating 

skyscraper lost its bearings in a sandstorm

blocking the artery

giving the world a stroke


Sunday, 28 March 2021

static pop

the more involved 
they was the harder 
2 disconnect. when tugged upon 
ina loving direction they
wires uncrossed 

the sparks

how they



Friday, 26 March 2021

re.set deux

abandoned they car by golden
arches campers panhandlers
broke up a field of mustard they
kept a journal and the basics
nothing much. feckless wasted burnt
off they last sawbuck on god knows
what. chin up. dodgin reality
the life of the broke woke 
and idle


Thursday, 25 March 2021

navel (gaze)


2 the tune of a minor threat horn section

stopping traffic

they relived the days they 

were inseparable




are when you are you

are not when

you are 



Tuesday, 23 March 2021


they took no umbrage

amidst another tumultuous attempted overthrow 

born under the lights they faced a hundred million semi-happy believers

palms together they smiled without 

a smile




resistance turned

overt in the year of got nothing

to lose


Saturday, 20 March 2021

true crime

rolling thoughtful eyes

a milky soporific

tea leaves discarded in an angry

drain.  too long i let it steep too long. i'm sorry

a confession

the weapon



Friday, 19 March 2021


the roads still glistening with dew they 
carved a 180 @ the 5432 
café. a pour over black no creamer
for the dreamer 


Thursday, 18 March 2021

the hundred

like a storm cloud 

both - and + charged 

a hundred days they 

venture until




Wednesday, 17 March 2021


you tore into us
drunk again
one of your moods 

i tried to make 
myself small i
stood out like a cherry 
on a sea of whipped 


Tuesday, 16 March 2021

Monday, 15 March 2021

in the ozone

some choose some are chosen 

mixing it up with song and dance

others paid to capture 

and serve to witness in silence

the ultraviolet



corner of over and under

born of a lavender haze
inspiration found an untimely death 
at the corner of over and


the little things

shadows under bridges under

trains under eyes the postcards they 

got from a distant memory friend 

could lighten they darkest 




Friday, 12 March 2021

return of the ghost of green eyes

ona street confronted 

by the ghost of green eyes

talks to them feeling they 


knows how to hiss forgot 

how to love

got some crumbs

for you here and some


crying now? 

whatsoever 4 

the ghost of green

eyes they remember 

this was 



bronzed with nails of gold

sick of waiting on hold 

she threw her hair back 

gotta jump on her '89 Peugeot 

to Dallas. intercepting lines with a decadent hum

intermittence of back lit squares

mascara and eyeliner bold

triumphant she got in on the other

side and out of the cold



Wednesday, 10 March 2021

scrambled march

on zoom we 
were less than full power
like degrees of forests 
set to the tenth april 


Tuesday, 9 March 2021


when the magic dried up the
onlookers moved 

the suits 
jacks and queens in diamonds
the spades and lonely hearts
the kings

leaving them
only true 


Monday, 8 March 2021

2021 royal

royal in a dollar store 

sucking the life out a green apple 

lollipop coupled with angst

the dyed hair the 

cell phone stare the resignation 

of the throne. the press stalks

with bloody mary


Sunday, 7 March 2021

green and blue days

the whippoorwill calls and calls

into the silence. no one answers 

what once they shared

now severed beyond 



Saturday, 6 March 2021


yes freedom also means you have the right to believe anything no matter how patently false unequivocally backwards and unceremoniously walk away from common sense and wisdom to devote your entire being to the pursuit of social injustice and economic inequality. you live with yourself. 

Friday, 5 March 2021

current z

the boy made worlds

where they could live

the girl commanded the currents

to lean back 

not take no one

too far out where they 

would or could

get hurt 


Thursday, 4 March 2021


i got a promotion this week -- Clinical Director -- at excited to make a greater impact for our community ... listening and speaking from the heart ... helping my team of outpatient case workers support our people out in South Natomas and North Highlands ... life is more and more challenging on the streets ... what with mental illness and socioeconomic challenges ... cultural/racial injustices. i ask myself every day: what more can i do to help? at least i have a small platform and some skills to offer. 8 years clean off the hard stuff. what with the poetry, the books, my friends, as a therapist, life keeps getting more and more exciting.

Wednesday, 3 March 2021

4 keeps

the days unsparingly dull 

then when they lay down to rest 

the dreams like a thriller

replete with all the life they could not have 

encouraged to be somebodys

project dependent and broken they 

sometimes forgot 

the best about them

self what was for keeps


Tuesday, 2 March 2021

Monday, 1 March 2021

bad reel

some introductions fizzle

from the start like a film with award winning acting cinematography and stunts

a musical score to die for  

yet the screenplay shallow piss

poor. a non event a bad



Sunday, 28 February 2021


(remix of dys.phoria)

soft thin and lying against
a negative space

the air cool industrial alive

4 a moment we don’t have to care

how strange

secret messages penned by the rain

upon leaded glass

in a blanket on your couch
electric the infinite tenderness



the world

whether or not you can keep up with her

provides random bursts

of euphoria

to live there a second longer

to live there to



Friday, 26 February 2021


negotiating the hill

to your home the emo

set a dangerous 

tone like an alto circling

a tenor who felt dead

alone in a cosmos 

the shy of heart never



Thursday, 25 February 2021


the left kept charging the right

kept charging the rain kept washing away

society and unrest

an honest condition

you kept coming and they

kept pushing 

away     #katyamills

Wednesday, 24 February 2021

@ the mall

divergent they
struck out for the mall
one tall the other small
hot topix for septum rings
starry eyes
jewelers bling. they
hearts got pierced where they wanted
without tears without
a flame the long and hard
adieu they understood
they were the


Tuesday, 23 February 2021

the one

momma brought them 


searching for they

name brushing

they soft and storied 

coat round they 

long and emerald




under the influence

a stubborn yellow light

in a ramshackle hollow

breakin the tight weave

of farmland a scribbler

may do they best work 


notes from a cardboard box

two story high 

imagination roams cream 

walls french vanilla

sky. entresol the cats

survey new lands 

from a cardboard 

box we have 




killing on 43rd ave

they sweep and mop they 

stock shelves they 

ring you up at the register they

deal with all american 

attitude. we call it the graveyard

shift for good reason last

week they left one to bleed

out for some 

change. god rest your very



Sunday, 21 February 2021

tuned out

twenty one suns 

one and twenty years 

into the so-called twenty first century 

none of the calculations 

had any true significance when 

you tuned the holy roman

empire out 


journey into the light

there there 

dry your eyes

the darkness drains from the sky

see how you were so certain?

so terrified 

the thoughts how they




they would not let machines

take from life 

the mystery

the work 

that made them



Saturday, 20 February 2021


they found her 

still alive they loved her

they promised 

hi def pixels for eyes

cold brew coffee for drive

she prayed for a vertically 

integrated chassis they

dubbed her



Monday, 15 February 2021


they never stopped 

scrubbing one could see 

their reflection in the silver

 nothing else. imagine centuries  

passing that off 4 



off note

the dissonance caused by all 

the off notes touched a hundred 

thousand hearts who turned 

the radio up and swore 

someone finally got them 


Saturday, 13 February 2021

run over

weightless the body

in flight. carbon monoxide 

swell of heat 

spun up so light the strange 

sound of brakes so late

they cheat 

staring down they 

fall in the winter off the 

wall of metal



Friday, 12 February 2021

book review


Katya Mills rated a book liked it
My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh
Our antiprotagonist gets progressively mired in her chosen selfish sedentary life for a year. Like a life experiment with a careless interest in self-transformation, in NYC, 1999. She lies to her psychiatrist about her use of prescriptions for no apparent reason, as the psychiatrist has no moral or ethical compass to begin with, just a professional hiding behind a lot of jargon and bullshit. Ever met anyone like that? The character closest to real is her best friend Reva yet she is the most annoying and pathetic of them all. Materialistic. Superficial. Zero self-worth. Dependent on guys who use her. They both are. Maybe this is why they are friends. I liked the book, laughed a lot. Some very funny one liners. But not as much as Eileen. Maybe the main character was too sad and jaded. A product of her environment. Maybe it came too close to how life can feel in 21st century America when it's at its worst. When you give up and are rich enough not to have any responsibilities, and you care but not really. 

Thursday, 11 February 2021


i saw visions

a porsche turning circles in the snow 

a man pissing on a brick wall barrows

wheeled over hay early 


i got chills 

a headache 

the light hurt my eyes i saw 

visions as the melody 

sorted out the 



Wednesday, 10 February 2021

run on

chevelle on the lift 


turtles in a fish tank swimming endlessly toward 

a rusty cogwheel tangential to the universe

the phone 

far less riveting 

full of the world tapped the skull 

instead they read 

a book 


Tuesday, 9 February 2021

faux pas

the misnomer the slip the drunken

tattoo the shaved head the misaligned 

teeth of reactionary fists. leave us the faux pas 

to combat these dull and senseless

perfections  #katyamills

profile #21

soap bubbles for eyes text bubbles 

for tongue corn syrup stomach 

marijuana cig stuck to sandpaper

lips. the screens 

crack and pop and whistle

words march across the tape it's twenty

twenty one

wash and stand up 

to the sun


Sunday, 7 February 2021


the sea surged the sky 

a charcoal gray against which

a ghost from the sub system's

incendiary furnace

materialized of sublimated metals

chromium iron cobalt

to lead the wretched

super state from 

the predetermined



Saturday, 6 February 2021

smile the sad goodbye

they wore out

fabrics to allay the troubling

times one of rayon one

of tested yarn and rope

one of pheasant fur and birch one 

of hope they 

wore out welcomes

made of clay

quilted cloak 

of sunless days they

smiled the sad 



Friday, 5 February 2021

you and i

pushing through a friday

cabbage and coffee grounds

span of paperwork cuts of dark 

chocolate. don't know how don't know

why i cannot stop loving



Thursday, 4 February 2021


affixed to a rail they 

pushed for the sky until the helium wore off 

they hovered between heaven 

and earth. the kids cut them free

wrapped them round 

the wrists filled them full of water

watch them break upon 

the sodden conspiracy laden 



Wednesday, 3 February 2021

sudden pact

down on the luck they

came upon a forgotten 

patch in the city. they

felt sorta useless alike they 

made a sudden pact they

excavated and grew a 

goddamn tree for the whole

goddamn world 

to see



Tuesday, 2 February 2021

trajectory of suns

interior lands locked
upon a promise hollow 
wonder what and who
to follow. unable to see
suns rise and fall against 
the sea


Monday, 1 February 2021


given 1 day off 2 books 

3 shots of ristretto  

4 scratchers fanned out over a 5 mile road

sunrise kiss and a phone call i could

turn 48 forever


Sunday, 31 January 2021

the second

how unusual to give the attention 
undivided like an orange like 
a planet like the wheels that drive an engine 
in this our post-industrial society
specialization so refined the mouth 
has no relation to the belly


Saturday, 30 January 2021

i deny i

like they do you could 

too live behind the lie 

deny. do you not feel cherished? 

do not live dishonorably

this is no way 

2 live  #katyamills

Friday, 29 January 2021

upcycled blue #2

oh pomegranate 

swollen on the bush dangling

illogical participle

seeds afire like jelly like

wax they almost picked us off 

decisively you stood up

and out like embers like 

fireflies like rain in a spotlight 

modify you modify for days 

and days and



Thursday, 28 January 2021

like colors we run

we dodged the skin of palms

morning after the storm we

never made it to work. like

strays in the park like 

colors like dreams 

they cannot hold us 

we run free     #katyamills

Wednesday, 27 January 2021

Tuesday, 26 January 2021

gracie the dragon

by the red house

in land park she lies 

made of metal made of tile 

glass and stones

the camelias they wave to her in the breeze 

as she parades at the speed of earths

rotation made of 



Monday, 25 January 2021


i had luddite dreams

a crusade to end all screens 

life gives you

little highs and lows 

independent of a mouse 

and a click one pony

trick now power




Sunday, 24 January 2021

back track

saw a man on a broke down 

bicycle asking about his stimulus check

everyone wanted to be his social

worker for a second until he said

he owed back pay on child



Saturday, 23 January 2021

up from the downtrodden

the blood got up in a good way

to see Moscow pummeled with snowballs

citizens out for Navalny

coming home. will we always be fighting

for answers? the blood 

got up in a good way. up 

from the down



Friday, 22 January 2021


the N95 particle parade 

inaugurated a post consumer reality

breaking news

the stuff was in the way   


Thursday, 21 January 2021

the twenty twenties

our songs of lipstick lead

immunity boosters and covid dread

our voices unpacked with dry ice

banded together in supersites out from 

under masks like mittens made of tires

forklifted from some autoyard in

vermont   #katyamills

Wednesday, 20 January 2021

dawn #534

dawn broke as i walked to see you

bounce in my step. neon signs spun the fog

into curls how unfortunate you

were not home. dashed my love

drifted. piecemeal. distributed among the forlorn

manic girls party boys and the mangy 

cur      #katyamills

Tuesday, 19 January 2021

route #9

we cut class we cut
through woods to route 9
sliced the town
in two. we thumbed rides
when you pulled over we
ran off to devil's slide  
a wicked rock to split a senseless head 
you chased us like the cartoons
sabotaged by rockets shot
from coke bottles 


Monday, 18 January 2021


when whole bodies

trembling and we look dead

in the eyes and the words hit the walls

i don't care

and the walls fall

you know and i know

how badly

we do


Sunday, 17 January 2021


crushed beneath the base
work and faith became mindless
too. in the era of you 
know who


Saturday, 16 January 2021

the lost and spellbound

he comes to you unafraid
dyslexic softly stabbing
wood all day with a

like a bird to feed
plants hanging around
awhile. dripping with smile
Childish. he dips into you
spellbound. a man he
gets his fill and



Friday, 15 January 2021

world bipolar

time made history we

shred the wheat in the bowl

soak in milk and 

digest. they lie in the mud

sheltered by big red hats

and flags. injustice

never ends. world bipolar we hope we 

retreat then take the stage

more colorful than red

white and blue 


Thursday, 14 January 2021

1995 self portrait

mistaken for a German boy
a belly full of phobia they 
didn't even know their own 

shy of six feet slapped 
incomplete wasted on whisky
lost in books and city streets

typing mad into the night full
with misgivings fists into bricks
black belt in broken


Wednesday, 13 January 2021


what stitch of light we wore 

in the pitch heart of darkness

sewn with such care and concern

could not be subsumed

made of noon on the 

solstice day 


Tuesday, 12 January 2021

year of luxury

americans sedated on chocolate and pills
a soft butt of foreign jokes 
life was luxury status 
year 2049. liquid liver soak stations 
phones mobilized to do the chores 
sedentary. racist. relegated to epilogue status 
tweets regurgitated 
4 swallows


Monday, 11 January 2021


i met a space man with a chemist

for a friend. my truck broke down

again. an epic perfectionist i 

made friends on craigslist i could not stand to be the one

you got to know. i was changing 

you left me i howled

when you were gone


Sunday, 10 January 2021


he had her in his sights

up on the truss of the tower

bridge she wore the golden

threads the sun could not

contend under a spotless sky

off the paint the winter

morning birds watching he 

posed and shot her


Saturday, 9 January 2021


the head told you 

you were crazy the heart 

called it out on a lie born 

to live not born to die


Friday, 8 January 2021


the heart finally spoke out like cinema
ina condemned theatre
tape rolling through a bell howell
projector dug from an archive. the heart
finally spoke out
the light cast upon the wall
bringing the past to life for
the heart never dies


Thursday, 7 January 2021

the atomically compromised

thought you controlled the world your
media constructed myth 
up downloading torrents of permanent denial 
retweeting your favorite tweets glued to the young 
the restless dreaming of another piece of ass wading 
thru your broccoli florets stuck on stupid atomically
compromised goodbye  


Wednesday, 6 January 2021

in America

nobody thinks alike nobody 

feels the same all 

the time. this is diversity

not subversion

we have shared history 

not carbon copy

if you wanna force someone

to think like you

this country is not 

your home


Tuesday, 5 January 2021

unified by division

topping charts to Siberia
they cast across Europe the States
legs down south by jeep by boat by
on foot on mood stabilizers on
chromebooks over streams and bit torrents
with under age girls
like some strange new religion unified
by division


Monday, 4 January 2021

the blinking ghosts

we float above stones 
ready to be polished
in then out of view
now we are colorful neither shiny 
absent not faded
not simply a statistic
dreaming to be someone we are
more realistic


Sunday, 3 January 2021

city kids

an inside job turned out
a city kid gripped 
with doubt. the infinite details
the mind runs through
some barren fields
smokers heavy in their chains
anti-drug campaigns
DONT WALK        -      run!
she took your hand
in the street you 
knew you were 


Saturday, 2 January 2021

daybreak again

some spirit set off the motion 
sensitive lights triggered a memory 
the world had forgotten and you 
never would. they wanted you tough
growing up. had you up early
dressed and out before daybreak 
missteps and tears rarely forgiven 
they had been beaten 
out of them before


Friday, 1 January 2021

twenty thirteen

when fentanyl hit the spleen
overdose became mainstream you lost 
friends and legends and the sun still rises
the light wakes you under 
your angel hair cabbage you formulate 
a mission you play with memory you
love and live on

and on
and on
and on