Emma Kate Gee

Joined July 2023

27 stories

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Thrift queen and photography peasant seeking creativity and community. Lover of dogs, antique stores, and homemade bread. Writing hard and clear about what hurts.

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Tomato. Top Story - September 2023.
My tongue tingles, my teeth water, my brain echoes their name. Tomato. Tomato. Tomato. Never will a taste be my last, break of smooth, shiny skin
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
Poop Boots
Laces tied years ago remain tightly undone, and zippers released let my ankles wobble but breathe every sleepy morning, when the dog whines at sunrise and
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
Mischa. Top Story - August 2023.
Long ago, far from the ocean, where rocky hills rolled over the horizon, a family toiled day after day corralling a flock of burly, wooly sheep.
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Fiction
Mona
Mona, Mona, Mona. What perplexes you so? Is it hail on your blue bells trying in pebbles’ bed to grow? Is it mud in your horse’s hoof
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
A Goddess' Eyes
A green sea of soybean leaves tosses in a gust of summer storm wind. A father creaks in his favorite rocker on the porch of his hand-me-down farmhouse.
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Fiction
Clover sprawls
Clover sprawls: A sixku by Emma Kate Coleman Clover sprawls while sunbeam bites leaf. - This sixku was written in response to an invitation extended by Cendrine Marrouat. To learn more about this poetic form, check out her story, "How to Write a Sixku...."
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
Dervish
If I could spin around until I saw the burning light that most will never see, I think that I would stop to stand in awe into the eyes of love that stare at me.
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
The Real Mother Goose
Sing-song bedtime tales you can count on every night to keep her dreams sweet. - Poems with a beat for her to bounce along to
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
Sticky
Jessie hated sticky days. She grumped on sticky days. Sticky sun, sticky sweat, sticky sand. Jessie hated sand. She couldn't stand the way it snuck into her body's crevices and made itself at home in the stickiest parts of her swim suit.
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Fiction
Glow
Dad, pick me up. Take me up to my room. Let me sit in your lap with my face to the moon. Pull out the big book, and sing me a song.
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
The way
To me it's fudge bar gum drop fizz stick ice pop. - To you it's new ride porch smoke old film bottle coke. - To me it's
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
100 Things in 20 Minutes
Hey, creators! Let’s see how a journalist fares, shall we? Part of being a reliable reporter is being able to write quickly and accurately. I am asked nearly every day to think fast and write faster. That’s not to say I’m always successful, but I sure do get a heck of a lot of practice.
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Humor

Emma Kate Gee

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Tomato. Top Story - September 2023.

Poop Boots

Mischa. Top Story - August 2023.

Mona

A Goddess' Eyes

Clover sprawls

Dervish

The Real Mother Goose

Sticky

Glow

The way

100 Things in 20 Minutes

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