disorders

poetry by Lee DunnJanuary 19, 2020

Ungrown

Lord of somethings, How does one who fixes us find a way in? Past facades, careful constructs, ego and id, scar tissue and regret, to bind an ungrown soul?

For sad old earth must borrow its mirth

thoughts by Lee DunnJanuary 12, 2020January 12, 2020

How to be insensitive

Uncategorized by Lee DunnJanuary 9, 2020January 10, 2020

Uncategorized by Lee DunnSeptember 15, 2019

Clarice awakes, but her dream abides. Don’t be offended when she speaks pleasantries, or not at all. What you might hear is only a placeholder for a short story of ten thousand pages. She’s seen a distant horizon, but can’t get there. Knows the true names of our colours, and how to ask questions of […]