you can!

to all creators out there. the word cannot exits the vocabulary today. no one else knows the world the way you do. get into your work. go deep. heart and soul. blood sweat and tears. then when your intuition tells you it's ready, publish it. you can!   #katyamills

27

the age the artist died

by 28 was sitting with all the others who 

were wiped out around Saturn 

having breakfast after the last

supper

#katyamills

read.write.publish

this morning i woke up at dawn and followed the river for a while. the sun came up and the breath disappeared. dogs ran up and down the levee. i showered and dressed and took a spirited step out the door and drove down to a sacred place where i met with some friends to create a reading and writing group. though i have never brought folks together before formally for the purpose, my whole life i have preferred the society of artists and writers, rebels and dreamers. and mostly caring friends. so i am hoping this read.write.publish initiative will go off well for us, and come in with twenty eighteen.

THE (REALLY) REAL

Excerpt from K IS SILENT
'people work better when driven insane -vi / ii)'

Heroes. 

That’s what we ought to start calling ourselves. 

Those of us who have sacrificed our sanity, to join the really real. 

Because heroes are the ones who wanna wake up, sunshine, and want you to wake up, too. 

No envy, no coveting nothing. 

No needing of what can be ordinarily supplied, to get them going with their bad selves and into the world that way, all human and scarred, all making mistakes and so forth, all in the luxury of the poor, dishevelled, DIY, really kinda real and sensitive and depressed and anxious and emotional and socially awkward, or not, but creative in a way of living or working all day at some best effort cause, with a heart and some passion or compassion, otherwise sold at such a great discount and cost on some chop-shop butcher block of supposedly trickled-down economics. 

But instead owned 

and held dearly 

though appearing laissez-faire 

or loose 

or otherwise

 inaccurately judged...

 when all it is really, is worn out from trying. 

Worn out from giving. Worn out from being other than.

We are the untold heroes and we are real. 

We don’t need to dream, but we do anyway.