Katy Scott

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Happy Friday! Here's a short story I wrote. It’s called “Mesa” and it is about young love, trying to envision the future, how everything seems possible in your early 20s, and an intense metaphysical experience that transformed the narrator’s perspective. I hope you like it!
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This poem is about trying to predict the future, and how you probably just have to give up some control. ***** Point A, Plan B A strange choice, in the end. There’s no real way to plan it. You’ll try anyway but none of it will make sense When the moment arrives. Everyone leaves, in the end. I won’t be the first, you won’t be the last.

So: What is your plan, for the end? You have to keep following a line, either way. How will you move away from Point A in your broken heart? You’ll be in an unfamiliar landscape, wind-scoured and empty. Can you make your way back to yourself?

You can try to arrange it. Make that Plan B, and it might be a comfort to know it’s there in the back of your mind. But it’s the unlikeliest of scenarios. Are you prepared to throw it all out? Are you prepared to go it alone?

Don’t worry about me. I won’t need much, in the end. A cup of coffee, a cold morning, a pair of half-closed eyes. The rest doesn’t matter. Point A, Plan B. And as I have said before: Seulette suis, et seulette ne veux pas être. Sometimes those unlikely things can work themselves out in the flow of time.

This poem is about trying to predict the future, and how you probably just have to give up some control.

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Look at How Much of Me You Can No Longer See Katy Scott 2025 Look at how much of me you can no longer see. I am made of paper and glass and sheer fucking effort. My structure is angular and clear — grief-hardened silvered bones and soft little puddly places. Am I finally pretty? You’ll never see them, but I have entire oceans living in corners and they repeatedly wash over me with salt and possibilities, leaving me raw, scoured, stinging. That is my constant, my anxiety, that good ol’ default state. It’s not obvious but my skin cannot contain me much longer. Everything — every step, every breath — is a calculation. Can anyone actually see me? If I floated away right now gripping a spider-silk would the space I left behind be visible?

I fully understand that most people do not care about poetry, yet I still feel compelled to post what I am writing. If you read this, thank you, I truly appreciate it. This is about feeling invisible. #poem #poems #poetry #PoetryCommunity #PoetryDaily #FreeVerse #ArtOfWords #WordedArt #BlueskyPoets

Ask Me Anything Katy Scott 2025 What did you have for breakfast? How does the rain make you feel? How many petals are on this flower? Does she love you, or love you not? Are you happy? I don’t believe you, answer again. Are you happy? Yet you are always so sad. Can two opposing things be true at once? What is wrong with you? You don’t seem sad enough. Why can’t you cry? It’s fine, you shouldn’t. Don’t you understand that people depend on you? You mentioned grief; are you comforted by your grief? Because you seem to be sharing it with everyone. Here’s the real question: Are you really grieving, or do you just want attention? Are you feeling any rage at that question? Do you need to feel some comfort at this point in the questioning? Try to think of something beautiful, familiar, incandescent. Perhaps the night sky, pine scented air on a cold wet morning, that poem about rats’ feet over broken glass? How do you feel about that squeezing hollowness inside of your heart? Is it like: A brokenness you can’t explain? Getting kicked in the chest over and over and you can’t find your breath? Indescribable beauty and heartache existing in the same tight space? Ahh, there it is, there is your answer. There’s the core of it all. Beauty hurts as much as sadness, doesn’t it? Sometimes you can’t stand to look at the stars.

This poem is about how totally separate emotions can feel identical inside your body, and how hard that can be to deal with.
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A dark gray stormy sky

New blog post: April is the cruellest month

April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. (April also breeds pollen, and lots of it.)

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A hand holding a kidney shaped squeeze toy

New blog post: Adventures in Nephrology.

My kidneys have decided to function less than optimally, on the same week that our insurance company dropped a lot of our providers from their network. Fun times!

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A campfire blazing merrily

New blog post: A-Z Gratitude List

2025 Katy is grateful that 2021 Katy created this "A-Z gratitude" list, because given the OMG-WTF-is-happening current situation, these things are helping me keep going.

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A child blowing out candles on a birthday cake at McDonald’s in the 1970s.

New blog post! Big Mac Salad

Sometimes I crave a tiny little McDonald's cheeseburger with those minced onions (nostalgia from growing up!) but their food always makes me feel terrible afterwards. So I figured out a way to eat Big Macs whenever I want.

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I have lost about 70 pounds over the past three years, yet how I feel in my head (giant gross garbage person) does not match up with what I know to be true (perfectly normal human). In this post I'm sharing -- and debunking! -- a few of my favorite toxic diet-culture messages I received growing up.

Today, I reworked a poem that I originally wrote in college in 1992. I had a huge grin on my face the entire time I was reading the original; it was a crystallization of experiences precious to me. The new version is so much better. #poetry #poems

A timely reminder! My mom fedexed their new ones to me today.

A resistance poster with a red silhouette of Trump wearing a black crown, with a large black X over him and the text: "NO KINGS IN AMERICA."

Trump and his supporters want us to despair, give up, and let them do whatever they want without consequence, because it's too hard to fight. And it IS hard to fight. But I have found help. Here's how I'm staying both informed and sane. busywoman.katyscott.com/2025/03/its-...

It certainly seems like the world simply hates women. Why in the world do we have to continue having protest marches to assert our basic right to exist, let alone prosper and flourish?

I wrote a couple of posts today. First: three tiny things you can do to care for yourself and have energy for the fight ahead of us: Breathe. Hug. And sniff a lemon. Second: tomato soup, how much I love it, and a couple of different easy ways to make your own. Read more at busywoman.katyscott.com!

Pretty!

Thank you!! 😘

oil painting of a dead tree against a sunset sky with foliage

I finished up an artwork and would love for you to tell me what you think!

Costco's shareholders overwhelmingly reject anti-DEI proposal Costco's shareholders voted overwhelmingly to reject a motion that would seek report on the risks of diversity, equity and inclusion in the company's hiring practices.

Costco’s shareholders voted overwhelmingly to reject a proposal from a conservative think tank aimed at getting the company to roll back its diversity hiring practices.

i have to assume that “pursuing DEI efforts” means hiring anyone who isn’t a white man?

Bishop cookies

I'd love to give a shout out to Hive Bakery in Texas. The owner is a true artist and is being endlessly harassed for her work. Please help support her business if you're able. www.hivebakerytx.com

11AM: How bad could the new administration be?

4PM: And Elon did that how many times?

“It’s just an awkward gesture. I wouldn’t read to much into it”
-Germany in the 1920s
and, apparently the ADL!!!!!

When someone shows you who they are … believe them.

Oil painting in progress of a leafless tree against a colorful sky.

I’ve been working more on this tree. I wish I hadn’t painted all the small branches before I finalized the background, but I know painting the background last around all the other elements is a Grown Up Artist Skill that I never mastered. It’s frustrating but I’m progressing bit by bit. #art

A partly finished oil painting of a tree against a colorful background

Progress on my newest painting (getting back to oils)! #art

Green chile creamy avocado salsa | Homesick Texan This avocado-based green salsa is found on many Houston Tex-Mex tables. Cool and bright with just a hint of heat, it goes well with tortilla chips but can be spooned onto tacos or grilled meats, too.

Oh yeah - tomatillo avocado salsa. YUM. Here's the recipe I use: www.homesicktexan.com/2017/08/gree...

It seems like only yesterday… 😁

Twinsies. I got a giant needle in my shoulder last week. 😭

A painting of a tree laden with sweets, candies, and fairies, on the shore of a lake by a flowered meadow. A gingerbread dog barks at a chocolate cat high in the branches.

My very favorite thing I have ever painted.

"Sugarplum Tree"
Oil on canvas
15” x 30”
2021

For sale at katyscott.com (prints)
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