a short story I wrote ...
https://latinosenglishedition.wordpress.com/2025/11/19/portland-oregon-by-katya-mills/
a short story I wrote ...
https://latinosenglishedition.wordpress.com/2025/11/19/portland-oregon-by-katya-mills/
I wanted to share a couple of posts I wrote on X and BLUESKY in the past couple of weeks. I am currently focused on other writing projects taking me away from short form.
Vitamin K
one
October
of fallen apples
bored by worms
green
and reddish
moon
orchards the color
of dying
soon
a locomotive
emerged from a mist
hauling rusted boxcars
through town
unmarked
like a tombstone
slate
telling nothing
of a poor man’s
fate
the earth
trembled
the spider
clutching
its web
she rumbled down the rails
across the cemetery grounds
raising bodies from eternal slumber
racking her bones
along the factory
row
dusty faded
brick and mortar
façades
trailed by packs
of snaggle-tooth
hounds
sparking her irons
with arduous
howls
i came to consciousness
in my bed
the only light
the wood eating
flames
the tall windows
holding back
torrential
rains
absorbing
her engine steam
smoke-white
grains
a chilling shrill whistle
dropped to baritone
then bass
drew me out
treacherously
nonsensically
to the streets
in my overcoat
shivering
i watched her
go by
the crossings
deferential
somehow
like an invitation
how silent
the bells
painted gates
wide open
red lights
dormant
suddenly
i felt myself
edging some
precipice
one gasp
and
i had taken
my last
my body
sheet white
fell limp
in the dirt
snagged like a
vagabond
neck ina
noose
i grasped
these iron rungs
in the wind
with heaving
lungs
oh ghost train
what terrors
you hold
framing the landscape
in burning
cold
oh scarecrow
what terrors you seen
hung up
in cornfields
where the murders
been
someone
please
will you?
light a candle
for the lost
to find their way
through the frost
toll a bell
for the ones
left behind
she took a drag so long to the lungs it made good enough ash to cover up and smudge the memory out on early morning city streets with her brothers and sisters white brown black. young. restless. angry. thirsting for a better world. irreverent. antifash
poetry by #katyamills
oh synthesis of light and dark chocolate stirred with coffee softness layered stark. satin finish of the skies conflict in the heart the touch and then depart with bittersweet goodbyes
#katyamills
a poem I wrote was published here ...
https://latinosenglishedition.wordpress.com/2025/09/09/lemon-by-katya-mills/
semi-conscious
sore and fatigued waking
nonsensical dreams
i got going
when a friend in Albuquerque
messaged she named her potted Thai
Constellation Monstera
after me
#katyamills
she took a train
the first time we took brownies cooked with Johnny's butter was in Chicago during a blackout. the whole city went dark for over 24 hours. complete summer power outage. 1999. candles and flashlights and fires. no cell phones. we got high - internally lit.
#katyamills
they got behind his charm. by then they was traveling 100km an hour inside his corvette. he had lit a Marlboro and when they asked him not 2 he blew smoke in their face. sometimes it is best 2 forsake the body and exit a moving car.
#katyamills
we pulled into the lot giant blue bags full of cans piled higher than the scale shack '5 minutes we close' we separated glass & aluminum from plastic filled the bins quick dragged them 2 cash out. a Tahoe showed up '2 late we closed' the man with a scowl burned rubber
#katyamills
Short Story
' Don't Take the Poison '
by Katya Mills
here:
https://latinosenglishedition.wordpress.com/2025/07/29/dont-take-the-poison-by-katya-mills/
they got you off the streets