Christian Lee

Joined August 2020

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Bio

My nom de plume is Lee Arachnid; think: spider-poet. Here you will find non-fiction and poetry. I interweave elements of nature and my personal experience into uniquely crafted stories. I love idleness, Felidae, literature, and soundscapes.

Stories (26/0)

(A Dream) He Thinks, Holding Her For The First Time
Amber, That I take you here and now The wind will carry my deeds elsewhere, Whether greed or equity won; And prize could be phthisis.
By Christian Leeabout a month ago in Poets
The Great Pregnancy
Light that whisks the waves that rise to tilting, Moonlight teasing: skating through the tumult Set by roars’ of thunder, terse and diving…
By Christian Leeabout a month ago in Poets
My Prayer
In the intervals of every hour, Every hour fore-lived To others in oscillation, It's ease with a tap of a toe. **** There will be days of mental drought,
By Christian Lee2 months ago in Poets
Now I Know My ABC's Another Way
A Bee C? (a tambourine is stingin’-ringin’) Down in the heart's waters Entrances a myriad of univocal qualities, Featuring The Jackson Five.
By Christian Lee3 months ago in Poets
My Abode
Chaos in my abode; Jealousy mates with rage. Music never asked for voice. The chair is senseless. Color has no friends.
By Christian Lee3 months ago in Poets
Aurora
Since childhood, I would listen closely to everything people said. It was a hobby. Two decades later, in my early 20s, I started to treat it like a profession.
By Christian Lee7 months ago in Confessions
Eternity's Wealth
Who's seen a moment bent to fame The arrow picked among as fruits And partnered with the bow, an ease Enduring solitude of dreams,
By Christian Lee7 months ago in Poets
Fire's Reflection
Called many a thing; Ablaze, reaction, wildfire... I know nothing of jaunts and the things I have burned, Neither of the success I have earned.
By Christian Lee7 months ago in Poets
The Rosaceous Manuscript
There’s a brief poem by Ezra Pound, a notorious poet from the 20th century, I’ll never forget: A Girl: The tree has entered my hands
By Christian Lee7 months ago in Writers
A Litany of Lessons (Villanelle Form)
No need to court a gem Or fix it to a cost, For there there lies no emblem. .......... First comes the root–not stem;
By Christian Lee8 months ago in Poets
WHY POETRY
Ever since I was a child, the idea of a vacation never made sense to me. I hardly travel anywhere outside of this Big Apple. There’s enough nutrition to gather from this fruit.
By Christian Lee8 months ago in BookClub
The Stranger
Consider a philosophy camouflaged through the mind of a pessimist at odds with his times. Well, the the time was mid-20th century; Albert Camus, the french philosopher, explores the human experience through his concept the absurd, where pessimism exudes from a main character troubled by society. The Stranger is enigma.
By Christian Lee8 months ago in Critique

Christian Lee

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(A Dream) He Thinks, Holding Her For The First Time

The Great Pregnancy

My Prayer

Now I Know My ABC's Another Way

My Abode

Aurora

Eternity's Wealth

Fire's Reflection

The Rosaceous Manuscript

A Litany of Lessons (Villanelle Form)

WHY POETRY

The Stranger

Stories (26/0)