Monday 15 April 2024


my love

come let us walk the grave yards 

drinking our pearls

brush with spirits both

living and dead

arm in arm



Sunday 14 April 2024

April 14

wrapped in blankets lying there on the couch with you and the two tigers staring up through the high windows i felt what love was and it was not lost in translation the body letting go of all earthly problems for a while  #katyamills


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.


Saturday 13 April 2024

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

Friday 12 April 2024

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


Thursday 11 April 2024


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

Wednesday 10 April 2024

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


Tuesday 9 April 2024


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

Monday 8 April 2024


 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


Sunday 7 April 2024


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

Saturday 6 April 2024

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 

she thought it was the end 
and he says 
can i see you


Friday 5 April 2024

April 5

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


Thursday 4 April 2024

redolent of self

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

Wednesday 3 April 2024


age 10

the older boys fling him into the mêlée

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

to keep from being 


thrown off. hits the ground 


gets up. almost crying. runs headlong 

into danger. reticent 

no more


Tuesday 2 April 2024


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