Camp Stove

Single Serving

By Jesse LeePublished 17 days ago • 1 min read

Jetboil

Winter grips my life

A single cup will suffice

Warmth by your blue light

Haiku

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Jesse Lee

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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