Friday, December 8, 2017

Sense Less by Edward Lee

the great multiplier;
one hour becoming two,
one day
becoming three,
a night lasting forever,
the only end
that makes calming sense
the one that makes
the least sense,
akin to the period at the end of the sentence
that encapsulated a life
of oil-black despair.

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.

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