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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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Dreamy Visit, Surprising Gifts

My post is both a true story and a tribute to a woman who left this world too soon, but not without leaving a lasting and loving impression on me, her niece, and on countless others who adored her. Those who have been following my blog since at least July, may remember from my post, …

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Saturday Shorts – The High School Years

As I explained in my first "Saturday Shorts" post, my posts tend to be long poems or short stories, that can take a few minutes to read (or listen to). However, not all lines I write are long; I also scribble short poems during my days. These “shorts” are random thoughts, a few lines here …

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Tumbleweed Fortress (poem w/audio)

"Tumbleweed Fortress" Audio Poem by Michele Lee Sefton This poem was written in response to a prompt presented by The Piper Center for Creative Writing at Arizona State University during National Poetry Month (April). The prompt asked the poet to consider when or where do you feel free/not free and write a poem that describes …

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