All murky she sat,
with her palindrome pen,
as she flavoured the localized ether.
And her Hallowe’en cat
was asleep once again,
as it lay on the carpet beneath her.
When she’d written her prose,
and its vapours arose,
she danced (for the spirit was willing).
Her compadres were lazy,
and the rest had gone crazy,
so the market was hers for the killing.
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.