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What Color  Teaches

For every blue, a craving burns orange; for every violet, flames a yellow desire; in every hot heart smolders embers of emerald. And every white hunger ashes a black want.

Lee poetry, Uncategorized 3 Comments February 17, 2019 0 Minutes

Storm is Over

So much sun, so much snow, so much wind, so cold! no skis, so walking!

Lee haiku, Uncategorized Leave a comment February 15, 2019 0 Minutes

The Zen of Shoveling Snow in Suburbia

shoveling wind-whipped snow, yet still, from the apple tree, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.

Lee haiku, Uncategorized Leave a comment February 13, 2019 0 Minutes

What Does He See this Winter?

old man’s eyes flatline over winter drifts in empty aspen grove.

Lee haiku, Uncategorized Leave a comment February 12, 2019 0 Minutes

After Long Absence

The blank of the window that long ago he dreamed from vacantly out at him

Lee haiku Leave a comment February 10, 2019 0 Minutes

From the Kitchen Window

From here to Idaho vast empty white miles of snow— my coffee, black.

Lee haiku, Uncategorized Leave a comment February 8, 2019 0 Minutes

Snow on Rose Canes

Snow sifting through thorns:: old couple:: no need to speak of odor of roses.

Lee haiku, poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment February 6, 2019February 7, 2019 0 Minutes

Every Little Thing

“Who the hell did you piss off,” Tom said. Blaine’s smile widened. “I’m going to beat this,” he said. “I’m going to beat it.”

Lee fiction, Uncategorized 1 Comment February 3, 2019February 3, 2019 4 Minutes

A Fish

Underwater liver, hider behind rotted sog logs mover that moves in a quiver from dark water to darker, I lure you with plastic pollywog from water. Avid hand distorts in reach to retrieve you, refracted numbed else thing underwater, touches slick shiver never knew before. You bring so much (not to mind, for mind cannot … Continue reading A Fish →

Lee poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment February 1, 2019February 1, 2019 1 Minute

The Goat in the Closet

After Sadie Hawkins bonfire and dance, I let the Goat hang in the closet and tried to ignore it. It was getting kind of scary. Every time I opened the closet to get dressed for school or something, there it was with its horsehair shagginess and empty mask eyes and goat mouth grin. It made … Continue reading The Goat in the Closet →

Lee fiction, Uncategorized 4 Comments January 31, 2019 2 Minutes

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