M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 98
January 26, 2020
Haiku Experiments
Sandcastle stands proud
On windswept shore, awaits tide,
By hands, discarded.
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When you see it you
Will know it but by then it
Will be far too late.
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The time of your voice
Strikes hard against my temples
Like lightning strikes tree.
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You are a parrot.
Brightly feathered, graceful winged-
No words of your own.
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A stone cracked open
Reveals chasms of crystals
But is whole no more.
M K Lee
[image error] Shades Of MeA...
January 25, 2020
A Restless Heart
The house was cold, his dark brown hair permanently windswept, and sand still crunched between his toes hours after his latest walk on the beach. But as Tyler went through his to-do list checking off the progress made on his manuscript, his decision for a two-week break away on the coast felt like the best idea he’d had in months.
North Beach, an area of Long Beach Island, wasn’t so far from home back in Philadelphia; at least, not as exotic a location as he’d fantasized about...
January 24, 2020
Disposable
I sit here, pristine, untouched, sandwiched between others of equal sufficiency,
Watching, ever watching as your fingers flit on by,
Swirling in mid air, through hair, tapping out a static rhythm,
Touched to lips, caressing and capturing your daily soliloquy.
A chair scrape, a coffee grind, a thousand overheard conversations.
This is the backdrop, the soundtrack to our every day,
I watch in quiet admiration as your fingers pool at your frowning temple,
As if a magician and summoning thoughts...
January 23, 2020
Show Your Colors
If it was possible for Jamie to run through the streets of Chicago to get home quicker, he would have given anything for it. Though a tall man with closely shaven dark hair, broad shoulders, and a face like thunder would surely attract the wrong kind of attention so he resisted the urge, working out how many minutes it would be before he’d be home. The city was too loud, the traffic too angry, and everything around him adding to his already-foul mood. And tomorrow wouldn’t be any easier....
Coming Soon…
While I’m busy working on the next book and all the other stories that are demanding my attention, I thought I’d post a longer finished piece here so you have something new to read. New to here, anyway!
[image error] BlurbNo friends. No family to speak of. And no end to his latest manuscript in sight. Tyler moves across the city hoping a fresh perspective will turn things around in his world. He doesn’t expect his life to be turned upside down quite like this. There is a ghost in his apartment, and new...
January 22, 2020
She
She knows she’s simply all she is
And all she is is all she has
And all she has is all she is
And all she is is simply: this
No friends. No family to speak of. And no end to his latest manuscript in sight. Tyler moves across the city hoping a fresh perspective will turn things around in his world. He doesn’t expect his life to be turned upside down quite like this. There is a ghost in his apartment, and new people who are insistent on giving Tyler their time. And then there is Xavier, the...
January 21, 2020
From Coffee Shop Corners
People watching might be George’s favourite way to spend his time. Why wouldn’t he lose himself in dreaming up the loves and lives of other people to escape the mess that is his own? From this new favourite cafe corner, in the new town he’s made his home, George makes up backstories for each of the baristas. And as they serve coffee, George imagines happily ever afters for their waiting customers. But when a surprise email forces him to...
Mailing List?
Morning, world!
It’s bright, beautiful, but bloody freezing here, which is my excuse for just settling down with my third coffee of the day already **trembles softly**
It’s probably all that caffeine that’s typing this, actually. I’m probably climbing the walls somewhere on a coffee high. But on the off-chance that this really is me typing, well, hi there. I hope your days are going well.
I’m thinking of starting a mailing list for this blog, where I’d put snippets of upcoming stories, my...
January 20, 2020
Prisoner
I am barbed wire.
Snared to pierce your skin and never let you go.
All that thrashing around you do is just going
Spear you deeper you know…
A short collection of poetry based loosely around the theme of colour.
January 19, 2020
From Across The Hall
Ruben is late for work again.
He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.
A security guard gives him the eyebrow...
