Fight for Me by L.T. Ward
Geoffrey sneezes on my face as I bend to give him the kiss he’d pleaded for. My sassy four-year-old, my fourth child, has always been demanding of my… Fight for Me by L.T. Ward
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Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
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.
Redemption
DownDown seven stepsSeven depths of dreamto flypapered hallswhere you meetthe man with the flagonHe fills vials of venomOne you must drinkfor it will take youthrough Mandelbrot sets of madnessUp, up, and throughto the white dwarfof bright morning
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Originally posted on Jellyfish Review:
Asymmetry I cut my mother’s hair every month since her hands went wild. They’re rabid, boomeranging around the room, returning every touch twice as hard, slapping her face when she’s asleep, ambushing mosquitoes, crawling under the sofa like rodents. I cut her hair shorter in the front than in the…
Night shift
This is wee, the hour. I play coy with sleep, thinking that if I ignore it and feign that I am fighting it, it will engulf me out of spite. But no. Its navigator plies me with pages from afternoon fades, jukes in studied loops. Sheep have gone out of style, I think.
MoreA little scare
I had an ambulance ride last night, due to a sudden heart issue. It turned out to be a wise decision, because I had to be cardioverted electronically. Before that, they told me they were going to inject a drug that would stop my heart, “make me feel very bad”, and would then restore it […]
MoreDust bunnies
Taken-the combings of years,of minutes and seconds.Sift and sieve,this sultry eve.What’s fallen,plasmic,into dream hands,begs of wonder,of worship,and tastesof regret and forgiveness.
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