Jesse Lee

Joined November 2025

49 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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When Hurt Changes Hands
The first time she said it, he believed her. They were at the kitchen table. Late. The overhead light was too bright, the kind that exposes flaws. She had just finished telling him that he was exhausting to be around, that his sensitivity made everything heavier than it needed to be.
By Jesse Lee3 days ago in Fiction
Creation from Earth’s Perspective 🌍
Day One I felt pressure before I felt form. A heaviness that did not crush me, but insisted I remain. At first there was no self to receive the sensation. No center. No edge. Only the pressure itself, steady and patient, holding what would later be called me in place. I was not shaped. I was not separate. I was held together without knowing what together meant.
By Jesse Lee4 days ago in Fiction
Terms and Conditions Apply
The first time it happened, Mara was cutting limes. She was in the kitchen at work, the small one behind the café where the air always smelled faintly of citrus cleaner and burnt milk. Her phone lay face-down on the counter beside her apron, silent. She hadn’t touched it in ten minutes, which already felt rebellious.
By Jesse Lee5 days ago in Fiction
What’s Your Sign?
I walk into the bar and find an empty stool. Next to it sits an attractive woman that doesn’t seem to mind my presence. She has even started to become curious about the man beside her. In an effort to find connection she asks the only question that I have no desire to answer: “What’s your sign?” Immediately I know there will be no love connection between us.
By Jesse Lee6 days ago in Humans
When 20 Years Becomes Never Again
In the arrogance of my youth I thought that I could do anything. Get married? I should be fine. That’s the right thing to do.
By Jesse Lee12 days ago in Poets
The Golem
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ WRITER’S NOTE: The golem originates in Jewish folklore as a figure formed from clay and animated through sacred language. Created for necessity rather than companionship, the golem exists to protect, labor, and endure. They are believed to be emotionless.
By Jesse Lee14 days ago in Fiction
I Need TP 🧻 (a haiku)
Empty paper roll Staring at it from the bowl Why did I have kids?
By Jesse Lee16 days ago in Poets
Circadian Rhythm
The sun hits my face My circadian ignites My day can begin
By Jesse Lee18 days ago in Poets
Just Breath
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By Jesse Lee19 days ago in Poets

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 Lee19 days ago in Humans

No Dumping. Runner-Up in Public Announcement Challenge.

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

By Jesse Lee20 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 Lee21 days ago in Confessions

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When Hurt Changes Hands

Creation from Earth’s Perspective 🌍

Terms and Conditions Apply

What’s Your Sign?

When 20 Years Becomes Never Again

The Golem

I Need TP 🧻 (a haiku)

Circadian Rhythm

Just Breath

Quiet Numbers

No Dumping. Runner-Up in Public Announcement Challenge.

The Struggle with People and Alcohol

Achievements (2)