indi.gen.ous

the fields how they turn 

from gold and fallow

lush. we let a yawn the crack of dawn

wrap ourselves in blankets

wool the usual layers 

had no pull

we kept warm with dance and

song. you need not read a book

to know love needs no push

to grow

#katyamills

journal # march

turns away

march was turnin april and i made all my mistakes and i knew it. screw it. im decidedly optimistic with a chosen ascension. left that old reel spinning light down the aisle. click-click-click ridin rails with the tape. broke down that wall of denial.   – katya

flash

journal # 08.31.16

all i got this morning is a lot
all i got this morning is enough
all the soft edges of society dissolve like stitches

‘precious dawn’ by k

the last polite evening has come and gone
august given away by september
fade to dawn

‘see’ by k