Jesse Lee

Joined November 2025
43 stories

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Poems and essays about faith, failure, love, and whatever’s still twitching after the dust settles. Dark humor, emotional shrapnel, occasional clarity, always painfully honest.

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  • Quiet Numbers

    The radio clicks from nineteen to twenty. I exhale like I’ve been holding my breath underwater, though I hadn’t noticed going under. The song sounds the same. The room looks the same. Nothing in the universe acknowledges the correction, but my chest loosens anyway.

    By Jesse Lee5 days ago in Humans

  • No Dumping

    No Dumping PUBLIC NOTICE Effective immediately, this area is no longer designated for disposal. Unauthorized dumping is prohibited.

    By Jesse Lee6 days ago in Poets

  • The Struggle with People and Alcohol

    “Who let you in here?” “No one stopped me.” “I guess they don’t check IDs this early in the day.” “Guess not.” “Do you think this makes you look cool?”

    By Jesse Lee7 days ago in Confessions

  • Clean Energy. Top Story - January 2026.

    My energy is clean. A pure bright light emanates from inside me. It glows and warms those that allow it to permeate them from the inside.

    By Jesse Lee11 days ago in Poets

  • Pebbling

    She woke to the soundless glow of her phone. It lay face down on the nightstand, but the screen had lit itself sometime before dawn, a thin bar of light leaking onto the wood. She rolled onto her side and reached for it, careful not to wake him. His breathing was steady, the shallow rise and fall of his chest familiar enough that she could tell what part of sleep he was in by sound alone.

    By Jesse Lee19 days ago in Fiction

  • Pebble of Love

    I don’t make big “romantic” displays. That would embarrass us both and make you feel unsafe. 🫣 Mine is a watch-and-learn kind of love.

    By Jesse Lee19 days ago in Poets

  • The Sessions

    The letter did not accuse him of anything. That bothered Balin McLeod more than if it had. DEPUTY BALIN McLEOD, YOU ARE REQUIRED TO ATTEND SCHEDULED SESSIONS WITH THE TOWN MEDICAL OFFICE.

    By Jesse Lee22 days ago in Fiction

  • Inside voice

    Focus on my thoughts You can’t hear my inside voice We fail to connect

    By Jesse Lee28 days ago in Poets

  • A Child’s Voice

    Inside me exists a silly and strange child. The boy whose crazy socks and shirts are making a comeback. Comfortable in his own body and mind.

    By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets