twice i retreated to the mountains 

awakened (28 years) downhearted

reconnected to the old truth i was dodging 

couldn’t spark and turned to ash

again. then (forty years) i came out 

aflame writing for fighting for my life   



growing up in new england they

was a gale wind pushing 

they voice through cracks in the mortar

wailing. no such tolerance

like pulling together for 

all kinds of weather 

you got miscast who 

would fight for you? thrown on stage 

good luck remembering 

your lines     #katyamills

where was where is your world

you found a place where you clicked you could go and be known you could go and belong you could go and now you’re aching to be there


you can dress how you like and just show up and speak out any of the lost or jaded old attitude and let them have it and turn into something fresh and funny and not so heavy though it may be honest


the lightning strikes the storm thunders so violently like it did back then you know you never left you are there it is here and all is real