katya author bio 2019

I am an Independent (author not party) from California. I write mostly creative nonfiction which I publish as literary fiction (as there is no immediate home for the former). My experiences on the streets of Chicago (1990’s) and Oakland (2000’s) and San Francisco inform the somewhat dark and outrageous stories I tell. The strangest story resides in my own DNA, which I am unraveling day by day. For kicks! I was born in the East on February 1, 1973. I was the original latchkey kid (eleven, going on old soul #12). Lucky, I grew up without a cell phone! All my life I was a dreamer and a scribbler, kicking rocks, drinking whiskey with milk. I made a pilgrimage to Faulkner’s home in Mississippi. In 2013 I finally got off my ass and self-published my first novel, Girl Without Borders, a love triangle gone bad in Chicago. Then I wrote a trilogy starring a girl with psychic powers who finds her identity within a strange family of outcasts. In 2015, I released both Grand Theft Life (Book#1) and Maze (Book#2) to zero fanfare. Neither my BA in Literature from Northwestern, nor my MA in Psychology could press me into the public imagination. Today I use my cats’ claws to draw blood! My preferred tools of the trade are Scrivener, coffee and a Chromebook. At night I morph into a social worker. You can read me and all my unextracted gems at http://www.katyamills.com. My latest publication was released in November 2018: Ame and the Tangy Energetic (Book#3).

Katya Mills

mag.pie

magpie valley summer

i bent down by the river and cupped water to cool my face and hair. the summer was hot as ever and not letting up. you flew down and hopped over to me, where i could admire you in the half-light. little magpie of the valley, what have you seen and where have you been? your tail feathers long and dark, of blue and purple hue, your legs like twigs and feet splayed. cocking your head to one side so i can meet your parrot eye. what can i do for you, brave bird?

you told me of the coyotes and their dens above the levee, and how they walk the rails to get from town to town. you told me of the river and how it made its way. you told me of your kind, long gone from here…and yet, you stay? there is an old man comes from the city to see you, he cracks a beer and lies down with a jacket rolled up under his head. you look after him. he speaks to you in a calm and gentle tone. you climb upon his shoulder where he takes selfies with you. then feeds you shavings of turkey and ham…dear magpie, i am hot and tired and wish to rest for a while. what more do you know? would you share with the likes of me?