Poetry

"...I weave my days into accolades..."

"...beyond the terror, beyond the spark..."

"...Hence cranes are like the thighs of a tortoise..."

"...Would it not be dead, not dead if read?.."

"...Nan also told us about her summer dad. The winter woman who was her mother..."

"...wishing for a cheeseburger..."

"...there's something to say about something warm..."

We can't hide in the dark, or behind walls, or with eyelids closed any longer...

In February 2018, 110 girls were kidnapped from the Government Science and Technical College in Dapchi by Boko Haram insurgents.

"...I never understood what I was asking for..."

"...erasing magic of marigolds..."

"...if we don't stand our ground sooner than later we're going to lose more than just our consciences..."

"...there has to be peace somewhere..."

"...The miracle was not in the fact that she always knew that there was a man living in her house..."

"...The angel's song is like the dance of the swarm..."

"...Days after ever gloomy days..."

"...good thing my favorite color is black..."

"...forgetting that life back on childhood streets..."

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.

"...someone I do not wish to know..."

"...waiting for a message from the queen of open wounds..."

"...be politically correct, send it to the right places..."

"...the sanctity of broken glass and tiles..."

"...my kettle of wasted dreams ready for the compost pile..."

"...Safe footprints washed away like yesterday..."

"...Love the chaos and hate the ordinary path..."

"...but you give me something painfully real!.."

"...In hubristic ferries of guts and indifference..."

"...They cannot be seen or heard..."

"...I know the shock, the pain, the novelty of being wanted no longer..."