Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll.  His debut poetry collection “Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny Bridge” was published in 2010. He is currently working towards a second collection.
He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Lewis Milne, Orson Carroll, Blinded Architect, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.
His blog/website can be found at https://edwardmlee.wordpress.com

ONE WOUND TOO MANY

The hinges on my chest
have grown rusty
from lack of use,
my eagerness to open myself
and give away my heart 
long faded from memory
into myth, ancient wound
upon ancient wound
still painful to touch.

THE INK OF YOUR EYES

With the ink
of your eyes
still wet
you look away
from me,
whisper words
in the language
we created together
during wet nights
and loud days,
a language I no longer know
how to speak - I have
somehow forgotten, 
or the words changed
when you were speaking
to someone else -
before turning back
to me, the ink 
of your eyes 
now dry,
your tears
fresh.

BLESSED BE THE UNNAMED

Snow kisses the still body
of the baby
found in the field
days after Christmas,
the baby given no name,
or chance of life,

simply a unknown
left to die
alone in a world
it was brought in to
unasked,

yet still a life
and all the possibilities
a life could contain.