M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 93
March 9, 2020
Newsletter #5
March 8, 2020
Vintage
I meant these words to be hard-hitting.
Impactful, the kind that would make you sit up and listen.
But as they wrote themselves,
Reality buffed and dulled any hope that tried to glisten.
You, who chooses words concisely
As though selecting from a choice of vintage wine
Skimmed your fingers over my label
And spared not a second of time
To pause,
To look at me, read my notes
And hints, suggested meal accompaniment.
So instead, my words lie dormant,
Under a spell of unwilling ears.
I cannot...
March 7, 2020
A Restless Heart
Xavier, it turned out, wasn’t free until the middle of the following week, and Tyler spent the time waiting to hear from Asher about his visit on tenterhooks. Though his conversation with Asher about MMA also led to Tyler looking up the nearest place for rock climbing practice; something else he’d enjoyed doing as a kid but as a solitary pursuit away from his siblings.
Gotham Rock climbing was perfect; welcoming instructors and plenty of challenging walls, making Tyler...
March 6, 2020
Know
Can’t you hear me screaming?
I know, to the outside world, I’m silent.
But you know me.
Can’t you hear what I can’t form words to say?
Can’t you see me bleeding?
I know, to the outside world, I’m made of stone.
But you know me. You know me.
Can’t you see my blood surging?
Can’t you see me trying?
I know, to the outside world, I’m obstinate.
But you know me. You know me, like no other.
Can’t you see how Im reaching for you?
Can’t you see the way I love you?
I know, to the outside world, I’m heartless.
...
March 5, 2020
As Nature Intended
When you first learn that you are an Omega, you learn all sorts of things you never imagined you would need to know when you were growing up. The essentials: Heat suppressants, scent masking, how to handle an Alpha that is scenting you, and of course, the laws that are in place to protect you, in a society that is accepting and progressive, yet still has elements of its attitudes stuck firmly in the past. You also learn that through no fault of your own, or conscious effort, it is possible...
March 4, 2020
Unheard
To make you notice that I breathed air the same as you,
I picked up my chipped red guitar and strummed out a melody,
Notebook by side, jotting down jointed words and phrases,
Nothing profound, nothing remotely revolutionary,
I can’t even claim they came straight from the heart:
The words just became living, breathing things,
Like all magic happens, right at the start.
But they were real. Honest. Laced with meaning.
Seasoned by fears and dusted with hope,
Wrapped up in a plenitude of good intent
And...
#writephoto – Memory
For the #writephoto prompt Memory by Sue Vincent Cold, dark stone reveals
Memories long forgotten
As carved eyes observe
March 3, 2020
I Am You, And You Are Me
The crackle of the record player with every spin of the disc hissing in the background, the muted orange lighting that bathes skin with a night time glow. Socked toes, catching on the tug of the cream carpet pile with every turn, the brush of cotton beneath fingertips, the feel of fingers spread low around a waist.
Soft hair from a bent head brushing over an already bare shoulder. Shirt buttons against skin with every exhale. Breath, calm, steadier than the heart thudding beneath bare chest...
March 2, 2020
Forest Fire
I am a forest fire.
You set me off with a carelessly discarded match.
You can’t just expect to use me like tinder,
And for me not to smoulder like thatch.
So, like a forest fire,
I rage and I burn, out of control.
And no matter your efforts to extinguish my flames,
To consume you is my only goal.
M K Lee
