I’ll pass on the Easter Bunny, I think. You made me think. Thank you.
It still amazes me that the sheer horror of Jesus and the resurrection is seemingly overlooked. Yes, it is celebrated, but the absolute blood laden carnage of the event still blows me away, is seemingly forgotten. Essentially, Jesus was a Jewish religious and political dissident, betrayed by a suicidal friend, cast out by his people, sentenced to death by a representative of the resident conquering horde, crowned with the equivalent of the spikiest Bougainvillea ever encountered, and was lucky enough to be repeatedly flogged and brutalised in the extreme. WHILST carrying a couple of ‘sleepers’ (think the timber supporting railway tracks) bolted together in the middle, got nailed hand and foot to it, was pulled upright, had his legs broken, causing him to suffocate. From there, he was stabbed in the side of his chest by a Roman with the ‘spear of destiny’ (the name hardly does it justice in retrospect) ‘just…
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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.