22.22

this place got it all

there’s nothing here

no technology

we come here stripped down

we can hardly take it

we don’t wanna live

this place got it all

no longer charmed out of reality

we see things plainly

this place got it all

like running thirsty 

toward a mirage 

#katyamills

#Ukraine

word spread over forest river sea and sand
Ukraine countered the Russian offensive
reclaimed the land!

citizens found in pits hands tied behind backs
others told of holding wires connected to generators under interrogation

women came out of hiding to embrace
the faithful soldiers

#katyamills

Volcano, CA

your son taught you how 

to take a photo remotely 

by your watch. we made a totem pole with our heads

the phone banded to a dogwood sapling

inland from a rocky 

beach

they called off the search 

a month later. all they found were our belongings

circling a carved trunk of cedar 

now hollowed into a home

for squirrels

#katyamills

century HK

as a kid in Germany

he tangled with hitler youth

in 1938 got out alive

enlisted in WWII with the Allies

got a gold star tracking down gestapo in his homeland

went on a sociopolitical 

lean. advisor to every US administration imaginable!

2022 kicks back in New England

working on a century

recorded by the 

BBC

#katyamills

bloom

get up and say a prayer. drag these 50 year bones to the kitchen. pull the bag of beans out of the freezer and and grind them by hand while the tea kettle fires water to a boil. memories begin to percolate in my styled bed head. the whistle. the first splash into the ceramic cone lined with filter is to let her bloom over the mason jar. the thoughts are beginning to breathe. images of new england and chicago and the road between them. clockwise over the grounds and feelings are bubbling up now. long slow exhalations. it’s between four thirty and five. the frothy brown liquid is ready. deep blue yosemite mug. pull my hood over my head, open the sliding glass door and walk out into the dawn. i have to leave the past behind or it will kill me. just listen to the morning birds. just watch the sky fill with light.

#katyamills

Lenny Chacon

when the young man passed away

friends of his who were also homeless called out to her

over the garden wall

she penned a tribute

describing how he helped her with the weeding

but mostly of his kind soul

she traveled to the small town in the Delta 

carrying a hundred copies 

to pay respects

 #katyamills