Lee Dunn

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, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

Camouflage

Garbed in pastels and duns I went, though there were whims of crimson, and blue ebullience. And I was always just around the corner, safe in softness, empty of the passings by. On a day, I thought to write lines with hooks and sinkers. A thing to underlie, a thing to fill this tired camouflage.

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Ellipse

There were phone books as thick as a board I never believed that showy strongmen could rip one in two In those days we were all laid bare ~our addresses~ ~our numbers~ It took no temerity to look us up to call us We had to pay for privacy Now we pay detectives to find […]

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Sleep tight

The sleeper’s in want of a whirling fan to mitigate the noises of the settling night To knit a womb of warm and snowy static that gloves in syllables ~We are on guard~ ~We will see to care~

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God save the Queen

Dreams, I’ve had, and thoughts in broad day, now, of doors both shut and locked. Of bridges, burned or broken. Vision’s through wrong-way binoculars, cleverly cartooned. A safe distance. But listen…just… The clown is talking.

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