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.