tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74090195771574714852024-03-18T07:34:51.246-07:00vitamin kKatYa Mills - Independent AuthorKatya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.comBlogger3827125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-49170099350569062822024-03-18T07:06:00.000-07:002024-03-18T07:06:57.151-07:00cricketwhat colour is my mood can you guess?<br />he looked her over carefully toe to head... a dangerous red. tequila sunrise in the morning. take warning? <br />wrong! it's a cricket wheat. safely blending in a bale of California hay <div>in the heat! </div><div><br /></div><div><b>#katyamills</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-61694666928200341752024-03-17T07:22:00.000-07:002024-03-17T07:22:24.534-07:00signal<p>she stayed until the last sign</p><p>and signal</p><p>the chemistry between them</p><p>like fireflies </p><p>only then could she release his hand</p><p>having left this world</p><p>for the next</p><p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-53800826088801713872024-03-16T09:35:00.000-07:002024-03-16T09:35:38.526-07:00March 16you don't need a riot to change. usually. unless you live in Port-Au-Prince or Moscow. my heart wanted to riot the years i was unseen. i blew up on those i loved. conditions deteriorated. relationships. i had to get right with myself. find a way to talk about it. <b>#katyamills</b><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-57511129626700834162024-03-15T11:12:00.000-07:002024-03-15T11:12:42.649-07:00some boys I made us rice and vegetables with soy sauce in bowls. we both used the chopsticks. I taught you how but you had not really wanted to learn but finally did. you lay back and held on to your belly carefully like there was a baby in there. Some boys can get pregnant. It's 2024. <b>#katyamills</b><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-29927364592798305142024-03-14T07:22:00.000-07:002024-03-14T07:22:52.155-07:00Redington Beach<p>strange summer sky. long thin pier we trod the planks corridor of pelicans standing on the rails in quiet anticipation. hunger. there's a man calling out got an amber jack on his line. want your picture taken? no thanks. today you travel leaving the storm behind. my soul lives inside a flash. it's a black and white deal.</p><p> <b> #katyamills</b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-68007640310394201282024-03-13T06:58:00.000-07:002024-03-13T06:58:17.997-07:00March 13 mid March. nature reborn and men calling after women they want on the street. she dressed bland to blend in with the land of concrete. and when that didn't work she was torn. must I be mean or can I be sweet? <b>#katyamills</b><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-55444472372460069062024-03-12T05:46:00.000-07:002024-03-12T05:46:34.377-07:00March 12<p> get out there and live your best life today. sometimes you gotta b tough because the world is a rough place to live. <strong>#katyamills</strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-12319757465463781562024-03-10T07:56:00.000-07:002024-03-10T07:56:34.710-07:00orange like a burner<p>overnight the time changed</p><p>in a dream i saw a cat with two heartbeats</p><p>and a dead name</p><p>the sun starts off orange like a burner</p><p>to heat a cold earth. this will be the sort of day we live for</p><p>where we talk of heavy things</p><p>in a light way</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-79827418213657907442024-03-09T11:53:00.000-08:002024-03-09T12:00:03.238-08:00honor<p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">slept in… yesterday was outdoors in the happiness of spring sunshine and clouds … running … good feeling … Tosh came over we ate junk food … pizza … watched an old movie from 1971 … woke up tired happy and worn out. sometimes we learn to honor our feelings by writing ... I was very very small and not anyone really honoring them because they were secondary to getting by. <b>#katyamills </b> <span style="color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> </span></span><b style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px;">#katyamills</b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-20862418113337818262024-03-07T06:36:00.000-08:002024-03-07T06:36:46.764-08:00as you please<p>they lived inside an anachronistic say and do as you please lifestyle. dropping big money on unnecessary things. thick lacquered attitude and everybody seemed to love it from a streaming screen or screaming distance. if you were on the other side of it you were most likely confounded by transactional condescension in a nanoplastic wind. no you cannots on the tip of your tongue. coming out all nods and smiles. <b>#katyamills</b></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-48234127817566019872024-03-06T18:32:00.000-08:002024-03-06T18:32:16.714-08:00the Great War<br /><div><br /><div>i follow the roads <div>where they rise</div><div>the surface of the skin</div><div>with my eyes</div><div>this one ends </div><div>in an inch long scar</div><div>in the ditch of my arm</div><div>i blew it up </div><div>long ago</div><div>so the enemy </div><div>could not cross</div><div>in the great war</div><div>for my heart</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>#katyamills</b></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-80916017208247411202024-03-05T06:57:00.000-08:002024-03-05T06:58:31.515-08:00coordinated thing<p>it's a coordinated thing, doctor healing patient then making love to a nurse, lights down, in the operating theatre. it's anarchy, ballet slippers breaking apart, toenail cracking. a shot of anaesthetic... it's coming out of it, tossing and sick, creeping toward war.<span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(15, 20, 25); color: #0f1419; font-size: 20px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span> <b>#katyamills</b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-17038694190969395972024-03-04T07:48:00.000-08:002024-03-04T07:48:54.976-08:00lost cause<p>they believed</p><p>how i got no problems</p><p>and living this great life</p><p>i was too ashamed to tell </p><p>the truth </p><p> down and disturbed</p><p>harming myself</p><p>hurting you when it wasn't</p><p>me</p><p><br /></p><p>i was the relationship i had to work through</p><p>break the default state </p><p>of fear and hate</p><p>become someone </p><p>not a lost</p><p>cause</p><p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-85225948498859059742024-03-03T13:53:00.000-08:002024-03-03T14:01:33.163-08:00eventuality<p><br /></p><p>becoming </p><p>who we are not </p><p>in a world which loves us </p><p>more that way we are </p><p>destined to figure out </p><p>by process of elimination</p><p>who we always</p><p>were</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-58154845918122508922024-03-02T07:44:00.000-08:002024-03-02T07:44:35.740-08:00the life<p><br /></p><p>i drank the poison </p><p>telling all the pained faces </p><p>like the starling takes the wind when the storm comes</p><p>let it try to take </p><p>the life</p><p><br /></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-58037671065081066262024-03-01T07:42:00.000-08:002024-03-01T07:42:45.913-08:00to Safeways i race into my tights jeans jacket <div>step into muk-luks </div><div>to Safeways 2 see you</div><div>you tell me u cannot </div><div>you really cannot </div><div>understaffed they are watching </div><div><br /></div><div>i wish 2 god u could i </div><div>need you right now </div><div>doomscrolling at Dutch Bros </div><div>in this draught of </div><div>giants<p><b>#katyamills</b></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7276703.Katya_Mills">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7276703.Katya_Mills</a></p><p><br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-61834242920103444032024-02-29T07:28:00.000-08:002024-02-29T07:28:20.256-08:00film noir star rain licking the drainpipes <div>teasing the window glass</div><div>like a young lass</div><div>film noir star </div><div>throwing shade ona honeymoon killing spree <br /><div>in nineteen fifty-three</div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>#katyamills</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-12654317895920998452024-02-28T06:34:00.000-08:002024-02-28T06:34:25.513-08:00February<p>memories of you </p><p>swim through</p><p>the time has run</p><p>it's all gone white and black</p><p>of the thousand colors </p><p>in this palette</p><p>fifty two are shades </p><p>of blue</p><p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-84248894141840899032024-02-27T06:17:00.000-08:002024-02-28T06:12:55.398-08:00double funhe had a day off and took us bowling. none of us were any good which made for great silliness. in my mind it was always a birthday if we went bowling because we didn't usually go unless it was. so having him there was a doubly.<b> #katyamills</b><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-73681185955448354162024-02-26T20:57:00.000-08:002024-02-26T20:57:55.673-08:00tahoe. north shore<p><br /></p>at the waters edge <div>snowball burns the palm of my hand </div><div>for you. a <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/bird?src=hashtag_click">bird</a> in your bright coat </div><div>winged lashes </div><div><br /></div><div>a blue memory hits me </div><div>like the lake between </div><div>the eyes<p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-59847468010217049402024-02-25T09:12:00.000-08:002024-02-25T09:12:56.230-08:00<p>your last day in the sun </p><p>we played in the yard</p><p>then god took you and god</p><p>it was hard</p><p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-66926769235071972862024-02-24T06:21:00.000-08:002024-02-24T06:21:59.115-08:00life of ADHD<p>the morning ruined with rushing</p><p>body heat battling the cold you walk to the train </p><p>blood in your face </p><p>blushing</p><p><br /></p><p>misanthropic for a moment</p><p>guessing you will be admonished </p><p>by your superiors</p><p><br /></p><p>yet when the clock strikes</p><p>you are there victorious</p><p>out of breath. no worse </p><p>for the wear</p><p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-85072163820384981562024-02-23T06:21:00.000-08:002024-02-23T06:21:06.775-08:00making it<p>You must you must you must and I will I will I will I cannot any longer hold back and who am I who? Oh this is the way they talk when making love. [Sibling puts on noise cancelers on other side of the wall]. <b>#katyamills</b></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-22748869692703073752024-02-22T07:01:00.000-08:002024-02-22T07:01:51.151-08:00death of a burr grinder<p>four am</p><p>under the halogen </p><p>ten years my trusted companion</p><p>your gears wound down to naught</p><p>surprised i was </p><p>feeling so sudden sad </p><p>realizing you gave us</p><p>all you had</p><p>and all you got i</p><p>almost cried beside</p><p>the lonely coffee</p><p>pot</p><p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409019577157471485.post-70477297286737830252024-02-21T07:08:00.000-08:002024-02-21T07:08:43.474-08:00a fair reading<p>i came to pronounce </p><p>my poems X</p><p>in their cherry wood reading rooms</p><p>expecting to be trounced by ivy</p><p>crests and emblems</p><p>Windsor knots on throats</p><p>death rays of stuffy condescension</p><p>slanting sigils of wealth and power</p><p>by and by </p><p>my imagination proved wrong</p><p>like goats in fields</p><p>they did devour </p><p>every word</p><p><br /></p><p><b>#katyamills</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">by Katya Mills
kissilent.wordpress.com </div>Katya W. Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08638255426946963582noreply@blogger.com0