Erin Lee : Writing

Butterfly

Butterfly

A Poem by Erin Lee


Ode to my favorite insect.
I Am

I Am

A Poem by Erin Lee


Was inspired to write this one after reading the Bell Jar. Figured I may as well put Sylvia's "I am, I am, I am" to the test for myself....
Doin Time on the Outside

Doin Time on the Outside

A Poem by Erin Lee


*For all those prison wives out there. I don't know how you do it!
How Do I Taste?

How Do I Taste?

A Poem by Erin Lee


How Do I Taste?How do I taste ten minutes after you drive awayAnd the radio man settles in to lull you home?A sweetness not yet soured by bitter thirs..
The Rose

The Rose

A Poem by Erin Lee


A lover handed me a rose one day, before returning home to his wife.
Tuesday Morning Sprite

Tuesday Morning Sprite

A Poem by Erin Lee


Tuesday Morning Sprite By Erin L. George She bore an angel on a Tuesday morning in September between cold cries, scattered sheets, she pled..
Train Girl & the Wolves

Train Girl & the Wolves

A Poem by Erin Lee


Train Girl and the Wolves Wolves howl and she turns her head - knowing of their spots and the moles that lie between shoulder blades, sore,..
Soulmate Blues

Soulmate Blues

A Poem by Erin Lee


A pity party for ME!!!!
Status: Midlife & Miserable

Status: Midlife & Miserable

A Story by Erin Lee


Blog-style article I wrote on social networking.
The Charm of School Girls

The Charm of School Girls

A Poem by Erin Lee


The Charm of School Girls Thighs, stocking wrapped where flesh should meet the core curiosities of little boys (she prefers to leave panties ..