A. Lenae

Joined August 2021

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Bio

I'm learning how to find the heart and describe it, often using metaphors. Thanks for reading.

Achievements (4)

Stories (28/0)

Memory Storage
When her child laughs, a mom fears what she'll miss So she grabs for her phone, eager to reminisce She says, "My sweet Willy,
By A. Lenaeabout a year ago in Poets
Food for Thought
If you are a half-baked visionary withholding crumbs like they’re unsanitary One day, from your ear a line of ants may appear
By A. Lenaeabout a year ago in Poets
A Scrapped Next Time
Measured by day's waste Plastic mounds on idle chests I will break down first
By A. Lenaeabout a year ago in Poets
Lord Willing and Load Bearing
If walls could talk, ya’ll think fellers would still be in the carpentry trade? That they’d keep building houses, with walls asking about their hammer-swingin' and whatnot? Only women could hold conversation and make a home at the same time. Hell, these good old boys would never even unbutton their trousers again indoors if they heard what I had to say. They’d chatter amongst themselves: “Heard tell that the Hen House walls could talk the hide off a cow, so we don’t care how pretty them girls are. We’ll get our jollies in an open field.”
By A. Lenaeabout a year ago in Fiction
Finding You Again and Again
I coat you in my homeland, long sighs, warmth, and tears Then you shed your skin
By A. Lenaeabout a year ago in Poets
Spring Break Apocalypse
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. What a serious bummer.
By A. Lenaeabout a year ago in Fiction
Finalist in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Haiku Poetry
GrowthFinalist in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Haiku Poetry
Hopi blue corn seed can birth mosaic flesh, but not under your foot
By A. Lenaeabout a year ago in Poets
Our Summit
No white flag; snow-capped Can't govern her avalanche Unsafe-Terrain-Jane
By A. Lenaeabout a year ago in Poets
The Collection
Outside of the Transitories, there is a whistling sound beneath the yellowness. Joyful abandonment, under the interlocked branches of dead trees, reaches out to guide Jotunn down for her landing. The sound is intrusive and its grip on her stronger than the average dragon of her rank; Jotunn’s auditory recognition became so much sharper since a scepter was lodged into her left eye as a youngling, leaving her partially blind and forever alert. Sounds within yellowness call to her like a siren song would through sonar.
By A. Lenaeabout a year ago in Fiction
Mannerisms Smell Laugh
Like harvesting coriander, all can be consumed and nourishing Flourishing from the ways I access him through my own name and my senses
By A. Lenae2 years ago in Poets
Wood Rot
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. When Ramona entered through the front door, it was only with the thought of that candle. The night had begun with a heavy quietness, but her arrival brought about wood-rot whispers, urgently asking for her attention; she heard her name breathed out through tattered curtains, heard requests for her that reached out from forgotten floorboards.
By A. Lenae2 years ago in Horror
Runner-Up in the Uncommon Challenge
Begets A Reflection of LightRunner-Up in the Uncommon Challenge
Checking your breathing, your coloring, they said mild jaundice is okay I did not change then; I arrived and was invited with a prismatic dawn to stay
By A. Lenae2 years ago in Poets

A. Lenae

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Stories (28/0)

Memory Storage

Food for Thought

A Scrapped Next Time

Lord Willing and Load Bearing

Finding You Again and Again

Spring Break Apocalypse

GrowthFinalist in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Haiku Poetry

Our Summit

The Collection

Mannerisms Smell Laugh

Wood Rot

Begets A Reflection of LightRunner-Up in the Uncommon Challenge

Achievements (4)