Kristy Lee

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Name: Kristy Lee

Joined: Jul 2007

“I am now a central part of your minds landscape, whether you care or do not” Steven Morrissey

I joined redbubble as an observer, a fan, a buyer, a lover of all things art. The inspiration I have found here has urged me to dive back into the poetry pool head first. The first thing I think to do every morning when I wake up is write. It is so wonderful to have this outlet for that.

Everyone I have met on this site has added something new and joyous to my life. I thank you all.

Groups

Kristy Lee is a member of *MELBOURNE SHOOTERS GALLERY & EVENTS*, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Challenge Café, Collaboral Damage, Fetish, Gay Themed Art and Writing, Lesbian and Bi-Women's Art, Melbourne & Victoria, Petshop CS2, Practising the Dark Arts, Six Words Only and Writers' Market.

Journal Entries

New Presence

Posted 22 days ago, 9 comments so far.

Better Me

Posted about 1 month ago, 19 comments so far.

Australian Poetry Centre FESTIVAL

Posted 3 months ago, 8 comments so far.

Better Man

Posted 3 months ago, 21 comments so far.

And the river flows...

Posted 4 months ago, 8 comments so far.

Thought of the Day - Rid Yourself of Burdens

Posted 4 months ago, 13 comments so far.

Let's runaway to Mauritius, my friends! (Happy Birthday DEMON!)

Posted 4 months ago, 4 comments so far.

Perception

Posted 4 months ago, 4 comments so far.

Thought of the day...

Posted 5 months ago, 18 comments so far.

I know I shouldn't but...woohooo, First Ever RB Sale!

Posted 5 months ago, 27 comments so far.

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Art

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Writings

Unwanted Sin

Shall I recoil and deny that I, with much delight, would welcome once again the feel of your mouth upon my supple flesh.

Master Poet

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Puzzle Torn

The red flows through once more, / warmth turning cold / streaming / down / my / arm… / and my puzzle is complete, / albeit a little torn.

Barkeep

I was cold as hell, frozen in place with a racing heart, / keenly indifferent, and aching to be well. / I was a losing winner. / Or maybe a winning loser.