I venture a question:
“What is life?”
It answers (from many mouths) :
A long slow knife.
“And its meaning?”
Suffering and strife.
“Surely, there is more?”
A test of the spirit.
A measure of the faith.
‘Twas not the mud that made the blind man see,
nor magic in the water turned to wine
nor the weave of the baskets that fed the multitude.
Faith alone these things will do.
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.