a tractor rolls
slow across a dusty canyon
a cowboy perched atop a full blooded bull
waves his hat
the mountains splash shade
southwest of Bakersfield
the sun will rise there
from the east
forever
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BOOK REVIEWS
HERE ARE THE INITIAL REVIEWS ON GOODREADS.COM FOR MY POETRY BOOK: ‘UP FROM THE DOWNTRODDEN’ – Katya Mills
Average rating3.53 ·
· 30 ratings · 13 reviews
#There’s nothing like the feeling of connection with poetry… “you tore into us drunk again one of your moods unpredictable charged”
#overall, this poetry style wasn’t for me. however, the author has a great flow, and even when a poem didn’t do it for me, i could still feel the rhythm of the words. i did really enjoy some of the poems!
#It takes me what can seem like a long while to read a book of poetry that itself is not that many pages with poems that aren’t themselves pages long. I do this because, to me, poetry is a short form of expression that, even in its longer iterations, conveys deep emotions and intimate thoughts in terms sometimes abstract, but always involving a tone/mood. Katya Mills’ collection is ripe with such short poems that convey certain moods.
#i LOVED reading this book. i win it in a giveaway, and stayed up at four in the morning reading through it. im normally not a poetry person, but something about this book really made me connect with it. ill definitely be reading through again, making it like my daily one page at a time book.
#I’m not a big poetry reader but I’m very happy I got to read this gem. It was so refreshing and I really enjoyed reading it
27
the age the artist died
by 28 was sitting with all the others who
having breakfast after the last
supper
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fade into culture
campbell’s soup cans tagged on subway cars descend into giant holes in the earth. it gets dark. we pick up speed. ✨️ the sound of steel on steel is amplified by the concrete coated walls. an artist absorbs every sense of it. a product comes into being. to be sold. sold. sold. my hair turns white like warhol. 🙃 when we come into the light i have my mysteries inside my heart. you will have to kill me.
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may 18
i have this aching in my bones. but it’s ok. summer is about to strike. the sun the source of energy. i love this feeling. i know this feeling. i’m at the edge of a jagged cliff. preparing for a deep dive… into a book.
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commerce
they came up with creative ways to describe what they were doing and what they wanted and how to get it…
belushi
rolling up the window
bang bang girl
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id.17
identity
intentionally made public was
for visibility not vying for
attention
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10 baby geese
we went on a walk. the clouds were trying to hem in the sky. a man played tug of war with a pitbull. we talked about society and how people find one another through attributes they lack. ten baby geese waddling to the pond. connections can help you get ahead but what’s ahead? is it money? visibility? business? fame? all of that and an insatiable sense of loneliness. #katyamills
approach of summer
distant fireworks and a full moon
overnight i lost my mind and
fell in love
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tongue.
through the years they lost everything they ever had. the relationship with language endured this troublesome time. to a point of speaking somewhat in tongues
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