The sun hits my face
My circadian ignites
My day can begin
About the Creator
Jesse Lee
Poems and essays about faith, failure, love, and whateverβs still twitching after the dust settles. Dark humor, emotional shrapnel, occasional clarity, always painfully honest.
No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
By Shirley Belk6 days ago in Poets
Review of 'Man on the Run'
My wife and I saw Man on the Run, a nearly 2-hour documentary on Amazon Prime, about Wings, Paul McCartney's group that flew around the world from shortly after The Beatles broke up in early 1970 to shortly after John Lennon was murdered at the end of 1980, making a Beatles reunion forever impossible.
By Paul Levinson2 days ago in Beat
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I need this kind of morning ignition every day.
Thereβs something almost sacred in the way you link sunlight with the start of lifeβs rhythm. It made me pause and notice my own mornings in a new way.
Inspiring!
Nice work.