Lee Dunn

Sixty something working stiff (retired). Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher. I write poetry, short stories, and non fiction. Shades of the surreal, the horrific, the nostalgic, and the humorous. I have had work published in the Shelburne Free Press and on Spillwords Literary Press.

Dream in instalments

Early this morning, I had a pleasant and heartwarming dream. For me, that is unusual in itself. I did not want it to end. Its uniqueness lies in the fact that, after I awoke for the call of nature and went to get a drink, the dream resumed after the five or ten minutes it […]


Where love has gone

There we were, we two little ones. Brothers by blood. Huddled in horror, sometimes. Witness to warfare of spirit. Knowing not where love had gone Between the Mother and the Father. Even at this tender age, we’d lost the joy Of anticipation, And looked longingly back on innocence. Those two battling souls Were like giants […]


Deep thoughts

I have heard we are Stardust. Joni Mitchell and Carl Sagan were probably right. That means that one of my father’s atoms could be in this very room as I write, or could even be part of the iPad that I tap upon. I hope I am alive when we get to Mars. I want […]


A noble profession

the hours are sometimes terrible the lack of help is worse they smile and do their duties to which we’d be averse they’re treated so abusively by some who scream and curse and yell at them accusingly of trying to steal their purse so now’s the time to give a smile and bring along this […]