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Crazy house

All is soft silence, save for a ringing in the ears.  Afterimage of thunderous chaos.
Mister Puss, saucer-eyed, meows a sick meow.  Looks this way and that, as if to say-
where is hammer?  Booming boots?  Cracking tiles?  Thuds and drags?  In the fourteen days, he had become inured, comfortable, expectant of the next morning’s assault.
As our savior, he had taken on our very nerve endings, mirrored our anxiousness, and transformed all into a metered purr.  If he was alright, then so were we.
And now, in this vacuous day, we trust he will show us the way.

The renos are done.

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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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