journal entry #3

1.23.26 while they #drizzle us with promises and stir our dying embers into a flickering hope licking the smoggy air i go about my rituals polishing my boots to shine and kick the everlasting tar out of some innocent dandelion as I tread the weary similitudes

1.21.26 the hardships made her brittle and broke her. she would never be that delicate heart again. she was resolute and when the winds picked up she tied her hair back flexed her psychology to #bend and move through any storm

1.22.26 she got thrown off again and all the bearings she intended upon gone her emotions unraveled and she became #unmoored. she wasn't a big drinker but a solid vodka cranberry did the trick. it's not often you discover your mate leaves you for another

1.24.26 you let the confidence #slip. I could not protect you anymore. I was up all night distraught. The tides cruel with rip. My heart carried yours to a distant star where you might not be sought. The fabrics were made of ionic sticking waters. the currency empathic tears

1.20.26 out of nothingness made of antiquated politics & algorithmic static ... inspiration #looms and takes hold. how do i fight for my life when lulled to sleep? imagine ... stay alert ... create ... listen ... write

1.16.26 no #searing pain today just a watercolor that could even wash away as the sun peaks and the staircase creaks and the heron speaks

1.17.26 the interrogation was going quite well indeed the walls #dappled with her blood and she came to arms tied behind her at the wrists and spat at her audience. raise the curtain! let the fucking show begin

here is the link to a biography I just published! a story of a humble farmer and his immigration from Sinaloa to California in the 1940's ... https://www.amazon.com/Life-Times-Felipe-Limon-Dominguez/dp/B0GHR7TXC9

by  #katyamills  

2026