Author Archives: literarylee

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.

Memorizing Poems

How it all Started In August 2008, my wife watched Out of Africa one weekend I was out of town.  Near the end of the movie, Karen walks into the men’s club bar and offers the toast: “Rose lipt maidens, … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day Poem

Happy Mother’s Day to my own sweetie A momma I helped you become, As a wife and a mother You’re surpassed by no other, In fact, dear, you are quite the plum! I wish we could go to Tahiti A … Continue reading

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Duck 6

(Duck Series Gallery)

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Tree Seed Season: A Million Bursts of Life

Life muscles on, fights to propagate, to reproduce itself.  It won’t take no for an answer, even when that no is the pavement and asphalt and more people than the city hardly knows what to do with.  Life’s insistent shout … Continue reading

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Mombardment

I made this one up.  Actually, I discovered it by accident because of a fortuitous typo.  It means an excessive amount of mothering, a lotta mom, a lotta maternal attention.  There’s no value judgment in the word; it can be … Continue reading

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Captions. Twitter. Brevity.

The Life Literary’s mission, my mission, is to give people ideas for how to add words to life.  Here’s one: Write snippets.  Don’t aim for a book.  Don’t shoot for an essay.  Forget paragraphs.  Avoid even simple sentences if that … Continue reading

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Cucumber Day

On March fourth, I explained why it’s my favorite day of the year.  It’s the only one in which the date itself makes a sentence.  March forth!  I commented that it was a day for bold and decisive action based on the date’s pun.  … Continue reading

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Naked Tulips

I waxed eloquent recently about how even when blossoms fall, the beauty of the plant is still there.  True for cherry trees, but not for tulips.  On the walk to work over the past few weeks, I enjoyed watching a … Continue reading

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Flagging Spring

 

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Garden Notes: the Lorelei After Work

There aren’t enough hours in a day.  Can’t I get paid to garden?  To write? 7:00 p.m. –  Stepped out to the Lorelei.  This evening’s goal: renovate the herb garden and set in the many herb plants now languishing in … Continue reading

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