Separated by state borders when the pandemic hijacked our lives - my view is of saguaro cacti, her view is of tall pines. Poems, illustrations, and shared files would bring us together and shorten the miles. A mother-daughter collaboration that began with lines I wrote in the fall of 2019, after a teenage memory was …
Author: Michele Lee
Writer, poet, teacher, and dancer, sharing inspired thoughts, moments, and photos from my native Sonoran Desert. Lover of language, literature, movement, music, nature, art, photography, and expression.
Your Morning Glow (audio poem)
Your Morning Glow (audio poem) Toward you, my eyes are fixed Toward you, my hands extend Alone in the dark, I wait, I rest my tired eyes You change and disappear, but on you, I can always depend Eyes still closed, but the third one knows – You have arrived Many things come between us …
A Poet Prepares to Read
Only one more light before I turn left, then right. Ten more seconds to decide – Which lines will it be? What feels right on this Friday eve? Mind searching, scanning for the feel right poems. This one, too long. That one, too sad. Love is the answer that came to me, just before the …
His last two quarters
An intimate and touching excerpt about adult children making end-of-life decisions just after their father took his final breath. A true story that is both highly personal and widely universal. ................................... “Have you considered what you would like your father to wear to the mortuary?” the hospice social worker, Shawn, asked. My brother, Nick, and …
Lovers consuming Love
A reminder to pause and shop for tokens of affection a redundant expectation ~ for hearts held in a lover’s grip hearts that pump passion with each ruby drip A fiery connection sparked by a cosmic flame igniting an attraction guiding its own fate ~ for lovers pulsating in a current of love ordained lovers …
Wild One (audio poem)
Wild One - audio poem by Michele Lee Wild One, you have changed. I barely recognize you most days; not even your scent remains the same. I see less and less of your openness and ruggedness. I sense less and less of your earthiness and rowdiness. Your wild nature now tame. Wild One, you once …
Finding a Porpoise
Finding a purpose is a purposeful life-long journey, and one I commend, but I just want to find a porpoise who can teach me how to click and spin, and how to play with wild abandon, and how to hold my breathe while diving to deep depths. With a sense of purpose, my newfound porpoise …
a first Love that Endures
A connection made at the age of seven has sustained and nurtured me, guarded my privacy, given me a voice, captured my tears, helped me reflect and remember, encouraged my imagination and dreams, protected my prayers, listened without judgment, and allowed me to scream and swear. My close confidant has helped me become and sometimes …
We are a Mess
Being born is messy pain, screams, and blood when a new life descends breathing slowed, followed by a long-anticipated first gaze messiness soon fades away Childhood is messy screams, pain, and blood when little fingers and limbs reach beyond their limits wounds heal and become scars that will tell a story one day messiness soon …
Sunrise Forthcoming
Sunrise Forthcoming from Being a Woman-Forthcoming Poetry Collection poems by Michele Lee illustrations by Sammi Lee From the banished back row, she did step forward. Her curves revealed by a full moon’s midnight glow, extending from the side, to the middle of the road. Along the edge, where the imposter merged with flesh, a woman …
