An Aria for the Sky
A Hymnal for the Earth
An Anthem for the Ocean
A symphony for the Sun
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Author Archives: Lee Dunn
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Two rooms
We sleep separately
(good neighbours that way)
I plug in
and am known as Vader.
The motors of her snore
are like a cheetah’s purr
and, of late,
she reports things that go bump-
a slammed door
something in the ceiling
talkative ghosts
We hold hands with long, long arms.
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The speeder
I have threads, vignettes.
Some fleshed out.
Others at loose ends.
This unseemly train has lost its brakes-
can’t stop at ancient stations.
Those sad confreres are left stranded,
waving.
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Fallen
I tasted shampoo
as I lay in the dry tub,
all bones pill-broken,
noseblood in rivulets
on porcelain.
And my desperado thought:
Come to me now,
for I cannot reach for you
any more.
Free at last
~Raindark cobblestone. Walk in sheen of gaslights. The cold. My gloves, galoshes. I’ve left his door at last. His fist, threatening-but never again, now. His silence bought. I have done murder, and my God has seen it. On his mercy am I- free for this while, but aimless, sodden.~
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Hearth and home
City bustle-
swimmers in the deep air,
all alive as bees.
Urgent fetchings,
bound soon for night homes.
Closed curtains, cold hearths.
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Becalmed
~You must pay attention to what calms the animal. If you are afraid, stay back. But if you will, approach slowly. Let them see that your hands are low and open. Note if they are nervous. Stay still a moment in your patience and your scent. Judge whether the time is right to stay.~
Commandment
Said the floating head: ~ Tonight, look out over this rippling lake. See those who swim on their backs, just beneath its surface. Their eyes are alight. Their spirits bright. Gilled as the fish, they drive the night.~
Photo by Anthony Constantine
In memory
Were I to gather
the rarest of woods,
matchsticks in multitude,
and vintage amber lac,
I would set to the building of that Strad,
its secrets laid bare by an angel.
And in its voice would be your intonations.
And in its resonance, the beat of your living heart.
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Photo: Eastman Strings
Nautilus
~That night of cold rain, drizzle-trickled on my windowpane. The dark car, half-noticed at first, circled the block like a slow and ominous fish. Dimly lit inside. A Nautilus of the night. I knew her by the curve of her eyebrow, the shadow of her cheekbone. Away. Gone for good, now.~
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