Monday, 23 May 2022

sum.mer love

 hearts throbbing

ice cream cones sobbing 

we held hands in the park trading kisses
all summer


Sunday, 22 May 2022

go on

if i stop thinking so much 

about anything and everything finite 

and infinite. spirit and soul and mortality and such

than may i be and not know

and being so (thoughtless though) may 

find a strange peace and go

on living



the news of the world became more and more a venom

administered into the vein by the cell phone 


Saturday, 21 May 2022


Posted on May 21, 2022 by KatYa

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#There’s nothing like the feeling of connection with poetry… “you tore into us drunk again one of your moods unpredictable charged”

#overall, this poetry style wasn’t for me. however, the author has a great flow, and even when a poem didn’t do it for me, i could still feel the rhythm of the words. i did really enjoy some of the poems!

#It takes me what can seem like a long while to read a book of poetry that itself is not that many pages with poems that aren’t themselves pages long. I do this because, to me, poetry is a short form of expression that, even in its longer iterations, conveys deep emotions and intimate thoughts in terms sometimes abstract, but always involving a tone/mood. Katya Mills’ collection is ripe with such short poems that convey certain moods.

#i LOVED reading this book. i win it in a giveaway, and stayed up at four in the morning reading through it. im normally not a poetry person, but something about this book really made me connect with it. ill definitely be reading through again, making it like my daily one page at a time book.

#I’m not a big poetry reader but I’m very happy I got to read this gem. It was so refreshing and I really enjoyed reading it.

Friday, 20 May 2022

approaching LA

a tractor rolls 

slow across a dusty canyon

a cowboy perched atop a full blooded bull

waves his hat 

the mountains splash shade

southwest of Bakersfield

the sun will rise there 

from the east



Wednesday, 18 May 2022


the age the artist died
by 28 was sitting with all the others who 
were wiped out around Saturn 
having breakfast after the last


fade into culture

campbell's soup cans tagged on subway cars descend into giant holes in the earth. it gets dark. we pick up speed. ✨️ the sound of steel on steel is amplified by the concrete coated walls. an artist absorbs every sense of it. a product comes into being. to be sold. sold. sold. my hair turns white like warhol. 🙃 when we come into the light i have my mysteries inside my heart. you will have to kill me.


may 18

i have this aching in my bones. but it's ok. summer is about to strike. the sun the source of energy. i love this feeling. i know this feeling. i'm at the edge of a jagged cliff. preparing for a deep dive... into a book.



they came up with creative ways to describe what they were doing and what they wanted and how to get it...


rolling up the window

bang bang girl


Wednesday, 11 May 2022



intentionally made public was 

for visibility not vying for 



Monday, 9 May 2022

10 baby geese

we went on a walk. the clouds were trying to hem in the sky. a man played tug of war with a pitbull. we talked about society and how people find one another through attributes they lack. ten baby geese waddling to the pond. connections can help you get ahead but what's ahead? is it money? visibility? business? fame? all of that and an insatiable sense of loneliness.   #katyamills

Sunday, 8 May 2022

approach of summer

distant fireworks and a full moon 

overnight i lost my mind and

fell in love 



through the years they lost everything they ever loved or had. the relationship with language endured this troublesome time. to a point of speaking somewhat in tongues  



writing is the only outrageous thing i do anymore



blue periods long

after writing

blue periods before 


blue periods when 

unable to locate

the words


sonny leon and the strike

we jumped up and down hollering 

they came from 15 horses behind and

charged ahead to win

the odds were the worst but we 

took them. by the tears in your eyes

i knew: you carried long odds and i 

carried them too 


one sweet morning 
after years of falling down 
cursing and swearing and berating 

the mean streaks became 
a frame to hold the inner



historically having had 

a rather severe allergic reaction upon contact they

reached out to their mother annually 

by the root end of a fiery



turtle 2

what you got from the outside 
while curled around your profound emotional wave tunnel was 
likely to be invalidating 


Sunday, 1 May 2022

the F up

i got in about 3 words for all 

yours i know you tryin to connect 

so no love lost. i will resist speaking over you 

4 only so long then. becomes. please

shut the fuck up