A Poem by John Lee As I crawled through the tall grass of grief I saw so many interesting and disquieting things. The priest asks us to bend our knees and pray but doesn’t he mean crawl? Crawling makes us indistinguishable from nearly eight or ninety percent of life. Ants crawled right […]
Ancient Paths
A Poem by John Lee previously published in The Dragon’s Letters Geese know the ancient path their parents laid out for them in the sky. When horses are born the first thing they do is walk, even if their legs are like water. Animals seem to know what to do when it’s time. […]
Ophelia
A POEM BY JOHN LEE A baby’s pink and shy blue hydrangea sit like colorful lions guarding her steps that were made out of field stones. The porch was, as we say here in the South, wop-sided to begin with, as much of life down here is. The whole house sat on these same kind […]