submission #1 published

 I am so happy one of my first submissions was accepted and published by New Words Press today! Here is the link ... https://www.newwordspress.com/solar-strike-by-katya-mills/

some 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.   #katyamills

stitched

i stitched together a so so morning after a night turning with visions and scratched up onerous sleep. i cannot count my blessings. innumerable are they. the counting itself helped me go down and get up nevertheless!

 #katyamills

editorial

they bound the hay with cord

stacked in cubes on golden fields

like newspapers espousing causes 

forming larger cubes on solid earth

fated for consumption

#katyamills

make out session with life

we stopped scrolling

and streaming we put away our phones 

braved the weather 

stepped into our colors 

and made out well 

at the dance

 #katyamills

q butterscotch

they saw the man who attacked them in aisle 6 at Safeway

knee deep in fashion mags

unable to diminish the intrusions by breathing and affirmations

they grounded through the senses

a butterscotch lifesaver

#katyamills

phobic

you talk of eradicating our rights you

lost touch with reality

you have mothers brothers sisters nephews

daughters and sons who identify

yet you still disbelieve? 

you sleep but never dream

your hatred your brand your kind cannot last

we will always exist 

#katyamills

wanted

they was being themselves

and they got told they was not okay

that way

this is how it is for us

this is why we stick together

so when they ask us to be someone

for them

we can say hell no

and go somewhere where we

are wanted

#katyamills

right to exist

on the margins of a world whose 

messaging often implores me 

to believe i have no place here

i live in affirmations like you're okay

you haven't done anything you have 

the right to exist!

#katyamills

the out and about crowd

in the in crowd

for the sum of years and days they

self-cancelled over crossed feelings

and forged identity

made a blood pact with the outsiders

to be fearlessly out

and about   #katyamills

miscast

growing up in new england they

was a gale wind pushing 

they voice through cracks in the mortar

wailing. no such tolerance

like everyone pulled together for 

all kinds of weather 

you got miscast who 

would fight for you? thrown on stage 

good luck remembering 

your lines     #katyamills

all of this is hard

you gotta fight for what
you believe in


anything you don't fight 4
probably ain't worth much

anyway   #katyamills

immersion

composing worlds in solitude

what a way of seeing something missing

bringing into being what

you seeing

they can go there 

all who belong

#katyamills

fiches

laserfiching with blueprints 

they mapped out grand plans

thanking all gods

they was trans

#katyamills

this moon is not pink and they-them-theirs never will be

Though you call them the 'pink moon' and dress them in floral prints of the season, the full moon tonight will show their true color to you tonight and let you be let down (or up), and they will light your faces up so they can see how happy or sad you are to see them so. And they will shine upon the phlox they were misnamed after, whose flamed flowers will rise in unison to the top of their stems to peer upon them, and feel their power of persuasion, and the feeling will feel full and beneficial and the phlox flower water will become bubbly and pour pink champagne into the trumpet of the lily. All will at very least acknowledge the full and vibrant moon for their mighty refusal to be classified, categorized, denigrated, or diagnosed. Darwin may well be confused, yet his curiosity a contagion the whole world could catch. The moon was a kind moon, a gentle moon, a moon of many colors, and kept their feelings somewhat to themselves, so not to disturb the galaxy.

little children made a song they like to sing
every april comes around...

then one day 
the pink moon got away
turned blue 
for me and for you
happily and for 
ever

too