next to nothing is something

a fight over nothing

in the car in the drive through

moody. half starved

a woman lying in the road
overcome by emotions

a man rushed to the hospital 

time stops or slows and speeds up again 

false alarm

someone took a pill 

to ease a worried heart
in the rain 

#katyamills

ups and down

i made and gave time

for the hearts to simply open

and share the ups and the downs

and for what we were most 

thankful

i watched another good one fall 

to the death of corporate 

interests

#katyamills 

Hudson Bay.1922

man against polar bear
man against walrus
against dog against dog
man against winter
man against time
against hunger

no need to be
against self

#katyamills

the night an hour lost

on a sunday predawn

the candles liquid the

street lights glowing orbs  

in the fog i fought the bastards

in my sleep they set us back 

turning hands like clocks

i summoned source

for the great escape into

consciousness

#katyamills

she.he.you.they.we

for hours 

she could not fall asleep 

he trying to keep his brother off

the streets we going to work every day they 

take time to truly listen you 

got something to say? 

what time what? 

say it!

#katyamills

the traveler. 1997

life changed i

became
free of walk and free
of talk

those i loved
who had loved me
vanished

a sunny room
i watch you start in on
your meal

a couch under a modest chandelier
time passes
a soft spot where my voice
had been

ceramic plate
eggs and a spot of ketchup
a silver fork and listen!
do not speak!

contractions expansions the hands
climbing circles round
a face

you cannot
this cannot be
real

pots and pans brimming
with soap. good god
are we?

good god! i am
alive

#katyamills
1997

time like a fossil

the cold mornings
wool hats and long johns the
nights beneath layers
cocooned

the bite in the air the
freezing and thawing. a silence
summer would never allow

will winter be up
for extinction?

time
like a fossil
burns fast

reading #188 take 2!

ATE

reading #84

AME AND THE TANGY ENERGETIC

12.

twelve

Twelve went out for a run at eleven only to be liquefied by noon. A group of children roaming free for the summer came across the silver tracings and got down, low to the ground, and dipped their fingers into the silt, looked at one another and laughed. They painted their faces and tracked twelve back home. Lodged in the system for good and no longer alone, twelve struck twice a day and made himself known.