A forehead under lips,
Under a chin;
Face to face, soft cheeks press each other
Back into chest they lean…
The author and site owner can be reached at leeundercedartrees@gmail.com.
I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."
A forehead under lips,
Under a chin;
Face to face, soft cheeks press each other
Back into chest they lean…
I realized today that I can disappear in small increments.
Instead of doing it all at once in one big, difficult, dramatic exit, I can instead just die quality, one piece at a time.
Self-erasure will be my salvation.
Less and less of me, quietly disappearing, retreating into hiding.
I don’t know why I didn’t see it sooner, especially once I realized that the more I retreat, the more I am accepted — further proof I don’t belong in this time.
My cold, dark feeling
My hidden wisdom so hard to find
My searching for everyone who’s fled and scattered and hid
…
It was large and hefty in my hand.
Glossy and black, more shell than screen, it felt
solid in my palm.
…
So many poems I’ve written!
Would that I could tell you what they mean!
January 10, 2026
My cold, dark feeling
My hidden wisdom so hard to find
My searching for everyone who’s fled and scattered and hid
…
You, too, can take advantage of this neat little trick! All you need to do, it turns out, is just…
Still, I try to hand you a little piece of me every day:
a single grape pulled from a vine of many.
“If you always do what you’ve always done,
you’ll always get what you’ve always got.”
I remember hearing this from a woman
whose face and name I’ve long forgotten,
sitting a few seats away from myself
in our little circle…