lost with you

staying up late into the night and still
early for you. i am listening to the world series
fills the room with sunshine in the muted

waves of sound

the away team has won every game and my heart
can still hear yours. you would laugh at me

for sure, to call the hour
late

we would be just getting started

out looking for videotapes and alleyway treasures
and trouble

in five days we turn time back again
will we remember, you and me?
we strung out different images

off the same
perspective and
none of it looked real

all i have to say is that i cannot forget
what happened. getting lost
with you

getting lost
changed my life

fall the fields

fall the fields arid
the vineyards patched out
from the sky

we worry the wind
we worry the skin of earth
and tree. shed out
and sprawling free

end of night
downtown

i follow the arc of the tip
of your cig.

you damned drunk!
and quietly stamp out
the berry

readers take

i shared my latest novella (not yet published) with three chosen readers, two of whom are authors, no nonsense types whom i felt would give it an honest appraisal. i got a call from the only one who finished and held my breath…turns out they liked it! they liked the rhythm and lyricism of the writing. the setting was clear. they cared about the protagonist and her friends. they found the character development to be solid. the plot kept them interested and the end left them wanting more. one of the areas i could work on, they suggested, is by limiting the time i spend in the headspace of my protagonist. they found these extended daydreams much less interesting and wanted me to get back to the storyline. i am grateful for this critique! with a little luck i should have my 6th title out on goodreads before the year ends. here is the link to my author page if you are interested: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7276703.Katya_Mills

 

the haunted 10 and 24

we rode a haunted train with oil and water
beading off the engine for what i
thought was fun. i
did not believe i was alone i
turned to smile and share

the season

and you

you
had a distant look in your eyes partway
unmoored. the other passengers i asked
for help but

they

they were lifeless in their
seats moved only by a rumbling
on the rails

a hand fallen down off the elbow
and. and. an upturned

forehead

somewhere behind us
the terrible sounds

the

the wailing of the

winds the cracking of some glass or why. why

why the sky was dark

the steam streaming past
the glass and my heartbeat bumping up against
the ceiling

a lonesome solitary feeling

as we long since
left the station to nowhere headed
racing