Artist, writer, possible human.
I visited Ireland in 2016 and 2021. These limericks are my ode to the glorious and grounding nature of the lands and the people that I met along the way.
By Linda Lee4 months ago in Poets
They called her Callie, but that wasn't her name. She didn't know what her real name was. No one knew what their real names were. No one here knew anything about anyone before the so-called Burst.
By Linda Lee4 months ago in Fiction
Astound my eyes to see such glowing flow How float and fly do clouds with haste surprise The day doth ticks with moments here then fro
By Linda Lee6 months ago in Poets
A Sunday Letter from an Existentialist. The idea of an innate idea (Gottfried) is defined by the existentialist as simply the result of biological brain conditioning – there is no such thing as an innate idea.
By Linda Lee6 months ago in Futurism
