MFA Creative Writing+BA English! INFP. Published author, poet, lyricist. Dreamer, creator, artist, teller of tales, lover of words, singer of songs, reveler of life
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Today a jabberific jilly jay Set out a squall, squawkering up a beat Within a patch of hilly grass it brayed jaw-kaw joo-koo jah-wah kee-nee-kaw keet
By M. Lee2 years ago in Poets
`Who are you No, who are you `Who are you to tell my story You have not walked an inch in my boots and still `You wandered into the library of my existence
The sirens wailed and grandpa’s knotted feet shuffled through the hallway. “Kenji? Kenji-chan!” He peered into the tidy room where his grandson’s tatami reclined and furrowed his brow.
By M. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
Damned kids ask what life was like before the invention of cars ask how we survived using our inferior feet to get us places and how it tasted
“There’s gotta be a logical explanation.” He said, and put his nicotine-stained fingers on the kid’s bony arm. “I swear, I saw two red eyes glaring at me from below the stairs.” The kid babbled. He was always babbling.
She warbles and coos Makes silly faces and laughs Grandmas are precious! * * * © M.Lee / All Rights Reserved
Everything about her mesmerized Claimed the starry nights where Laughing days and tomorrow didn't end I like everything about you she'd say
fish straight from smiling pond to hungry table ish went the flopping catch fresh from its cradle sh said the fire sleep sweet small angel
What are you eating? Oh. No thank you, I don't want. I don't eat boogers. *. *. * © M. Lee / All rights reserved.
Not all men he says Fuming at the thought of being smashed into a hodgepodge conglomeration of stereotypical characters. A careless creation of that feminist movement.
“Where were you?” She hid her suspicions under blankets, hoping he’d coax her out with honesty. “Told you where I was goin’.” He hopped on his right foot while tugging his left sock.
Toast bread and water? That's prisoner food Oh but toast bread and water tastes so mighty good right after class when the school bell would ring
