Category: Michael Lee

Each moment of winter is so faint and silent it is a memory even as you live it.

There is no word for a journey comprised entirely of leaving.

Just yesterday. I found new ways to say I miss you, my god how I miss you all.

God, if I could make money off this memory I might just give you everything.

Sometimes I hold a word to my ear like a conch shell. Sometimes I curse the ocean for what it cannot or will not say.

I reached so far into the medicine cabinet my hand came back out through my mouth.

I reached so far into the medicine cabinet my hand came back out through my mouth.

There is no word for a journey comprised entirely of leaving.

Each moment of winter is so faint and silent it is a memory even as you live it.

I try it sometimes, prayer that is, in secret but I keep noticing I’m doing it. Look, I’ve caught myself. I’m not even a half decent non-believer.