James Leek

Joined August 2022

14 stories

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Second Place in Arid Challenge

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Barista
Devotion to you is my piety, Heart pounding each time, not ashamed to confess; Every sip of you, anxiety. Paralyzed by your variety,
By James Leek2 months ago in Poets
She
When she squints and waves Raise your hand, be polite but Hide your face from it
By James Leek3 months ago in Poets
Bed
underneath the bed nothing there but a rattle when its breath escapes
By James Leek3 months ago in Poets
Oak
old, perhaps, but still you catch your breath when I shed my raiment once more
By James Leek4 months ago in Poets
Season's Fleeting
We flutter gaily, Then fall abruptly. Mutely. Deciduously.
By James Leek4 months ago in Poets
Leaf & Stem
my body brittle, end near, attachments fracture; I fall, to renew
By James Leek4 months ago in Poets
Leaving
Comrades red, eager; They whisper: "You first, brother!" One by one, we leap.
By James Leek4 months ago in Poets
Foreshadow
Equivocal? No, we always knew what it meant. Clear as day, if anything. Literally. In the dark, though, of course. Precisely the point of it all.
By James Leek2 years ago in Poets
Timber. Top Story - April 2024.
"To the left," the wizened Oak hissed, its brow of cloven bark furrowed above the deep brown knots of its eyes. "The left, I said!"
By James Leek2 years ago in Fiction
Berry. Second Place in Arid Challenge.
I closed my mouth slowly, deliberately, pressing rather than chewing. It is important to savour. The berry, plucked so long ago from that solitary bush, kept too long in my tattered pouch, was engulfed in my parched silence. It was shrivelled, hard; my tongue pushed it to the roof of my mouth, my throat braced for a burst of sweet juice that never came.
By James Leek2 years ago in Fiction
Suckle
Capitalism bears its teat; "Suckle!" they cry. "It's sweet!" So we drink and we choke, And soon we're all broke, While the Earth continues to heat.
By James Leek3 years ago in Poets
Youth
I take comfort in Earth being in such fine shape, From mountain to river, from insect to ape. Utopia, here? It's come to fruition:
By James Leek3 years ago in Poets