K'Lee has a love for storytelling, psychology, and adventure.
Dear Momma, Hey mom. I don’t really know where to start or what to say. Eric was actually the one who suggested I write to you. He showed up at my apartment, all huffing, and puffing. You know how he is.
By K’Lee P.3 years ago in Fiction
With eyes like sunshine pouring into the side of a river bed, Gold and brown and green. A smile that makes rose petals of my cheeks,
By K’Lee P.3 years ago in Poets
Pine needles snagged my hair, and cold air nipped at my nose and cheeks as I ran into the wooded area. The damp ground gave a little with each step, and I shivered as a bead of sweat ran down my neck. A line of perfectly spaced mushrooms caught my attention. I felt compelled to stop before I stepped over them. They arched in either direction as if to form a gigantic circle before me.
My mom asked me, “What happened to you? Where did my happy girl go, my baby?” “I grew up, momma.” “No, something changed.”
There was a time when the sand was my sister, Fun and annoying. The sky was my mother, Watchful and unpredictable. And I was in love with the ocean.