Do I express, "greetings" to you? Maybe, an earthly, friendly, "How do you do?" I hope your trip wasn't too bad. Traveling whence you came, to this place you come to.
By D. D. Lee2 months ago in Poets
Desmond “You always cheating Chris!” “Stop crying, man.” He said, still grabbing at my controller. “You better finish getting your stuff ready, you got school in a bit.” Chris got up from the bed and headed for the door.
By D. D. Lee3 months ago in Fiction
Though many of you know me by name, I’ll provide a formal introduction for those who’ll read this letter and don’t know. My name is Franklin Wilson, respectfully known as F.C. Wilson. I am a world-renowned author and writer. I have published many works over the course of my twenty-seven-year career that have gained me a legion of supporters and a slew of awards and honors.
By D. D. Lee5 months ago in Art
Father's footprints are a series of faded, remnant tracks in the dirt of a man who may have once had direction on his journey, but somewhere along the way, got lost.
By D. D. Lee6 months ago in Men
Sweat drenched clothes and blistering feet made the journey to the summit worth the trek. As simple as the day started, it became more than what was bargained for.
By D. D. Lee7 months ago in Fiction
Oliver went to the market one morning to sell the grapes he just harvested, only to find another farmer selling grapes as well. In comparison to the other farmer, he was told his grapes were too sour. So they didn't sell.
A poem can feel as shocking as reaching for a door handle. And as comforting as a sweater. Make us turn up our nose in disgust
By D. D. Lee7 months ago in Poets
No changing of light Named, Obrina Olivewing Is nature’s true blue
By D. D. Lee12 months ago in Poets
Enormous baleens Tens of meters, tons of tonnes Swim free great blue whale
I recall blue seas Calm and uncertain, soothing Yet, a mystery
There, against the wind Tethered by strings, flying high Blue kites in blue skies
So melancholy With spirits low and morose Today, blue is me
