Author: Lee Anne

I wrote this last summer. June 2020. Three months into the strange, isolating ripples of Covid-19 and the political chaos that consumed so many more months than four years adds up to. ——————————————————— It is some sort of magic that we can be so deeply exhausted by, and simultaneously in awe of, the same exact… Continue reading Waves of Motherhood →

October 27, 2020This was written during the WWKC workshop, hosted by Poet Jen Harris.Prompt: "What does the break you need, look like?" My feet are dangling just above the sand from a hammock swing. My body can’t handle swinging like I did when I was a child so this little sway is all I can… Continue reading What Should Not Be Forgotten →

Wednesday Feb 17 2021  |  10:04 am Rain drops landed on my cheeks and the tops of my feet as I walked to the mailbox, letters in hand. I lifted the little red flag, lowered the door, and stood the letters up, leaning against the left side, waiting with ease to be lifted and carried… Continue reading Acceptance Letter →

This was written during the 83rd week of the WWKC workshop, hosted by Poet Jen Harris.Prompt:Write about a moment that you realized you are not the center of the universe.  There is a woman at the front of the group, telling us powerful stories about her life, here only to teach us about God from… Continue reading The Keeper of Nonsense →

November 6, 2020  |  10:43 pm I’m reading a book that’s making me think about dying (Tuesdays with Morrie.) I’ve actually thought about dying a lot, before. I’ve spent an annoying portion of my life depressed, and many seasons dipping in and out of suicidal like it’s a pool I can’t quite commit to getting my lungs… Continue reading Terminal →