depression

Uncategorized by Lee DunnAugust 31, 2020August 31, 2020

At the beach, in morning fog

At water’s edge I plied the sand for vacant shells and stones to skip, so flat. There, there was a tree that had given up, acute in its angle, embarrassed at the nakedness of its bleached roots. Close by, an eyeless carcass grinned, in the throes of its last hysterics.

Uncategorized by Lee DunnAugust 27, 2020

idleness

A diving moth caught in venetian rays, like a bedside meteor. In soreness of spirit, I chew on thoughts of old romancers, closet dancers.

poetry by Lee DunnAugust 14, 2020

This feels wrong

A recent change of heart. A looming change of mind. An anxious left-handed day.

poetry by Lee DunnAugust 9, 2020

By design

What is here,by design,is umbilical to me.This feed of lifeand blood of red.But now,instead,a sorry headthinks of strifeand the future of a knife.

Everything, and the kitchen sink

Uncategorized by Lee DunnJune 25, 2020October 24, 2020

Uncategorized by Lee DunnJune 17, 2020

Someday, your prince will come

I would make you smile but I can’t You want me to smile but I can’t Moods change in increments One step forward two back There’s another can’t- It’s the one about getting rid of crutches, just now.

poetry by Lee DunnJune 7, 2020

Breakdown

I speak in tonguessometimes.Surely at night,in deep sleep,but now, of late,in broad day.Not literally, of course,or they’d send me to the bin.It started with watery voices,the makers of dream.We argued, for sport.But they’re no longer day blind,and I mimic their lies.

Shortcuts

Uncategorized by Lee DunnApril 21, 2020April 21, 2020

poetry by Lee DunnApril 3, 2020

Foreigners

If you would, talk some sense into me. Or, just talk some sense. I am in short supply, you see. I have broad and muscled shoulders from clenching the etched-in tension. A hard head with a coconut brain to unveil the dumb mornings. Those that move in this captivity are bound to me, but we […]

poetry by Lee DunnMarch 4, 2020

Quakers

I know why you couldn’t shave anymoreI used to think that you couldbut needed to be touchedI think, now, that something told you“What’s the use?”and you agreedand your hands and knees agreedand next morningyour shrunken headcould think only of hard rivers of nerves.