D. W. Mills Jr. : Writing

The Color of Words

The Color of Words

A Poem by D. W. Mills Jr.


This is the only piece I've ever had published as an adult.
The View from the Train

The View from the Train

A Story by D. W. Mills Jr.


I’m boarding the train. Again. Another morning, another cup of lukewarm coffee. Why do I even bother? My seat has been taken again. It’s ..
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by D. W. Mills Jr.


Just me feeling lonely.
Sitting Room Thinking

Sitting Room Thinking

A Poem by D. W. Mills Jr.


I wrote this in the first person as an internalization of an inmate I knew a few years ago. Rather than say "you" I chose to say "I" as a way of letti..
Mystery Drive

Mystery Drive

A Poem by D. W. Mills Jr.


A poem about my past drug use and how, when high, I would always drive around for hours trying to flee myself.
Windy Guidance

Windy Guidance

A Poem by D. W. Mills Jr.


A rare windy day brought this poem to me.
Five Dead Mornings

Five Dead Mornings

A Poem by D. W. Mills Jr.


I say I spent five days worth of thinking in a two day span trying to write something that didn't feel like I was trying to impress (Like the other me..