M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 21

Sport

Take your favourite, noisiest sport.

It doesn’t matter which, so long as there’s a crowd –

The bigger, the brasher, the better.

If there’s hooligans, they’re welcome too. Now,

Shrink them down. Make them miniscule,

Microscopic, yet still speaking at full volume, seeing red.

Gather them up together like you’re collecting frogspawn

And deposit them all inside my head.

On the loudest days, they’re all in there.

And all of their hate and rage and taunting is turned on ...

Ferns

Fronds feather out green
Spread roots back through the eons
Jurassic carpet

© M K Lee

The Beach

Once upon a time, there was a beach, a beautiful stretch of sand composed of the erosion of thousands of years of life and the solid foundation of rock beneath its surface. The sea would visit it every day, in great blue waves that replenished the beach in life and sediment, yet took away with it shards and fragments to deposit elsewhere.

The beach was so very beautiful. Soft, golden sand that stretched on for mile upon untainted mile. Clean, crisp air that tasted of peace, and an ever-ch...

Tributaries

There are people who always need you to be their listener,
Whose every crisis is a water bomb to drop on you from height
Whether you have the towels to soak it all up or not.
Those who drain you,
Until having compassion feels like a weakness,
Because you never know what they’ll ask of you next.
They make you suspect every question is a take
When your store of giving was already ransacked.
And you’re sure you used to be a more generous person,
But the rivers of your kindness got cut off at its tributaries...

A Childish Sulk

“Greg.”

No response.

Eric humphed under his breath; he hated it when Greg was sulking with him, whether he had provoked him or not.

Okay, so perhaps this time the sulking was well and truly earned. But that didn’t mean that Eric wouldn’t try and wheedle his way back into Greg’s good books. He didn’t enjoy being out of them even for a minute.

“Please, Greg?”

Greg’s posture remained stiff even as he hunched over the laptop at the table looking engrossed in whatever it was he was...

Caged

At The Bus Station

It’s been exactly eight days, seven hours, and thirteen minutes since Damien saw Elias last, and as he cranes his neck to look for his bus pulling in to the station, Damien is convinced he can feel the seconds ticking by adding extra tension to his stomach.

Not that he’s been counting all that time passing, of course, nor spent hours mournfully staring up at the ceiling of his room unable to concentrate on anything but the fact that Elias isn’t with him. And it’s not even that long really...

As Nature Intended

As Nature Intended

Presenting as an Omega at the age of fourteen, Elliot has grown up cautious, distrustful of the world around him, yet determined to live a fulfilling life in spite of that. He is successful at work, has recently moved into a new apartment, and everything in his world appears to be falling into place. Which is, of course, exactly when his body decides to rebel, forcing ideas and urges into Elliot that he has spent his life trying to deny.

Enter reluctant Alpha, Oskar; as...

Weekdays and Polygons

Today I am a triangle with points too sharp to touch.
Tomorrow I might be a cylinder that rolls with you
Downhill,
Picking up speed until we soar
Over those bumps in the road life tosses our way.
Maybe by Wednesday I’ll be the puzzle part
That slots perfectly into your own.
That thing that fits and is comfortable
Like a worn sweater…

Weekdays and Polygons

Sometimes it takes reaching rock bottom to learn who we are, who we want to be, and who we need in our lives. With a new found family, and ...

Rare

It is a rare thing to go through life without leaving a mark. Rarer still to not drift into memories, be remembered when we feel forgotten, to reach out when it’s exactly what somebody needs. Rare is the friend that stays for all seasons, and rare is the season that doesn’t bring new friends. Rare is the friendship that doesn’t need work. Rare is the person who always gets it right. We are all works in progress, and as works in progress we are all something worth celebrating. As are our friendsh...