Stiltskin
This secret time,
this stillness of night,
find me in a cloistered glow.
With insanity’s obsession,
I hatch plots.
Given the grim seeds,
a lackey’s direction,
I turn each one over and over,
espying its flaws.
And you,
you my dear,
are none the wiser.
With witches’ Ouija I call you.
Turn, you will,
and come.
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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.
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Very spooky. Very good.
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