Sunday.
Squatters next door in the renovated house that has been on the market as a rental for almost a month. The leasing agency must be out of their minds. They want double the going rate for their apartments. I realized the man who exited the side door was not a tenant, when he had to stand on the trash bins to hoist himself up and over the wrought iron fence, just to get out of the backyard. Some girl who had been riding her bike up and down the alley, stopped and took him on as passenger. They weaved their way out to the street.
I made some smoothies in a blender, with a friend. We didn't have a banana, so it was slightly acidic with mostly oranges, apples, and pineapples. Earlier in the day, someone was talking to me about how we are all atoms and energy. A big smile came over his face. He said it all came down to love in the end.
Sunday, 15 February 2015
Saturday, 14 February 2015
facing the new moon
Thirteen of Friday
i got lucky
(all day)
Saturday
(of hearts)
beating away
Sunday
(the best)
a day of rest
Mardi Gras lived
behind masks we all wore!
like snow
facing New England
the Monday
before
Wednesday was ash
my knees hit the floor
Thursday
the new year
inscribed in Chinese
you made me your wife
singing marry me!
please
KatYa Mills © 2015
i got lucky
(all day)
Saturday
(of hearts)
beating away
Sunday
(the best)
a day of rest
Mardi Gras lived
behind masks we all wore!
like snow
facing New England
the Monday
before
Wednesday was ash
my knees hit the floor
Thursday
the new year
inscribed in Chinese
you made me your wife
singing marry me!
please
KatYa Mills © 2015
Friday, 13 February 2015
NOVELLA - EBOOK HAS ARRIVED!
Daughter of Darkness has arrived!
Available in ebook format!
Happy Friday the 13th!
CLICK HERE 4 BOOK ONE
Available in ebook format!
Happy Friday the 13th!
CLICK HERE 4 BOOK ONE
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Wednesday, 11 February 2015
living off a lien
This one
steady preaching
weakening the
room
against my
desire
flattening life
down to matte finish
matinees
i tried to scream
it stole my breath
i was downcast
the entire day
overcast and
thrown
against my
desire
i woke up
in the middle of the night
pulled its guts out
the wall
it tried to scream
i stole the breath
imagine waking up
to calm
mammoth fronds
blown off the palms
gone with the wind
we survived fallin'
tree cartilage
for 24 hours
or more
woke up
to quiet calm
the fire
inside me
inside you
the desire
it was
not mine
living off a lien
in twenty
fifteen
steady preaching
weakening the
room
against my
desire
flattening life
down to matte finish
matinees
i tried to scream
it stole my breath
i was downcast
the entire day
overcast and
thrown
against my
desire
i woke up
in the middle of the night
pulled its guts out
the wall
it tried to scream
i stole the breath
imagine waking up
to calm
mammoth fronds
blown off the palms
gone with the wind
we survived fallin'
tree cartilage
for 24 hours
or more
woke up
to quiet calm
the fire
inside me
inside you
the desire
it was
not mine
living off a lien
in twenty
fifteen
Saturday, 7 February 2015
PUBLICATION 2015 UPDATE
Dear readers! I welcome your thoughts ...
Book One of my new project (WIP) Daughter of Darkness, is nearing completion. A literary fiction. I have been ironing the creases out. Here is a synopsis. My protagonist, Ame, is a young woman recently come of age, trying to find her way in an chaotic urban environment. Her father died in Vietnam. Her mother gave her up. She was raised in the mountains by her step parents. She hears voices in her head all her youth. But they are not hallucinations; the voices foretell her future.
One of her true kin, Freddy, finds her and abducts her to Oakland, California. Though at first resistant, Ame comes rather quickly into the fold. She learns about her people and her heritage. Freddy becomes like a father figure to her. She begins to believe. Her experience resonates with what the voices told her all along. She always felt different from the others.
She discovers her own latent preternatural capability, in this dark land. She makes friends with a girl whose experience parallels hers. Bless and Ame become sisters. She also finds a love interest in a young man of punk persuasion. An unusual spirit named Hendrix leads her to the dark art which is her birthright. She is conflicted, however, by the violence inherent in its practice. Bless and Freddy encourage her in becoming who she is naturally meant to be. Yet she cannot completely embrace her identity. What other choice does she have? If she hopes to survive this culture of fear.
- Katya
Book One of my new project (WIP) Daughter of Darkness, is nearing completion. A literary fiction. I have been ironing the creases out. Here is a synopsis. My protagonist, Ame, is a young woman recently come of age, trying to find her way in an chaotic urban environment. Her father died in Vietnam. Her mother gave her up. She was raised in the mountains by her step parents. She hears voices in her head all her youth. But they are not hallucinations; the voices foretell her future.
One of her true kin, Freddy, finds her and abducts her to Oakland, California. Though at first resistant, Ame comes rather quickly into the fold. She learns about her people and her heritage. Freddy becomes like a father figure to her. She begins to believe. Her experience resonates with what the voices told her all along. She always felt different from the others.
She discovers her own latent preternatural capability, in this dark land. She makes friends with a girl whose experience parallels hers. Bless and Ame become sisters. She also finds a love interest in a young man of punk persuasion. An unusual spirit named Hendrix leads her to the dark art which is her birthright. She is conflicted, however, by the violence inherent in its practice. Bless and Freddy encourage her in becoming who she is naturally meant to be. Yet she cannot completely embrace her identity. What other choice does she have? If she hopes to survive this culture of fear.
- Katya
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| Author K by K 2015 |
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
toe touch
We talked serious about
light things
steampunk
anime
electronic cloud
formations
you chose packets
i chose waves
you came over me like one
i carried you
to shore
light things
steampunk
anime
electronic cloud
formations
you chose packets
i chose waves
you came over me like one
i carried you
to shore
you made me laugh
I broke many rules
building sandcastles
at low tide
we veered sideways
off the freeway
of great expectations
you answered a question
with a question
i will be your
valentine if
you will
be mine
you said
(playfully)
i said
(seriously)
after we touch
toes
be sure
and never
wash me off
I broke many rules
building sandcastles
at low tide
we veered sideways
off the freeway
of great expectations
you answered a question
with a question
i will be your
valentine if
you will
be mine
you said
(playfully)
i said
(seriously)
after we touch
toes
be sure
and never
wash me off
Monday, 2 February 2015
dawn of a smile
She had this expression
humming the bars
of secession from
self
you wash your
warm cottons
get faded
search for a friend
to come and listen
and love you a little
braid your hair
an upper
level flat
got raided
when no one was home
hard lives made harder
spare moments
collective belief systems
ran through us like
a syndicate
punishing us
she had this expression
i will never forget
cause it saved
me
the smile through pain
when i told her
my troubles
i saw my pain
in her eyes!
in her face!
on her lips!
through her braids
in my hair
I will never forget
A smile is not
the dawn of pleasure
when you smile
through pain
may
be the birth of true love
do you remember
the adrenaline rush
of a one night
stand?
do you remember
how he got dressed
and left without looking you
in the eye without
speaking?
defeated in
a
rocking chair
dishevelled hair
nobody care
oh
the lonely day
after
A smile is not
the dawn of pleasure
when you smile
through pain
may
be the birth of true love
do you remember
the adrenaline rush
of a one night
stand?
do you remember
how he got dressed
and left without looking you
in the eye without
speaking?
defeated in
a
rocking chair
dishevelled hair
nobody care
oh
the lonely day
after
humming the bars
of secession from
self
you wash your
warm cottons
get faded
search for a friend
to come and listen
and love you a little
braid your hair
an upper
level flat
got raided
when no one was home
hard lives made harder
spare moments
collective belief systems
ran through us like
a syndicate
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| sunrise palm springs |
punishing us
she had this expression
i will never forget
cause it saved
me
the smile through pain
when i told her
my troubles
i saw my pain
in her eyes!
in her face!
on her lips!
through her braids
in my hair
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