Chemotherapy He stops, the razor halfway down his foamed cheek, and wonders why he's bothering with this submission to appearance. He finds his answer silently, and finishes his shave, the razor continuing to his skull, taking the hair that remains there, smiling to himself at this small victory.
The bloodless wounds of love In my dreams we fight, pointed tooth and curled claw. We fight like we never fight during waking hours, timid and gentle to each other when we can look into each other's eyes. We fight in your dreams too. your tight jaw and clenched fists betraying you as you sleep. Across the distance of slumber we rage against each other, our smiles the next morning fooling no one but ourselves, our years together slowly becoming more than our years apart.
Nightmares born from a day of dying In my dreams I fight with shadows, waking with bruises the size of my fists covering stretches of skin that have not been touched by another’s hand for years, the taste of blood tight on my swollen tongue.
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, The Blue Nib and Poetry Wales. His play ‘Wall’ was part of Druid Theatre’s Druid Debuts 2020. 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, Orson Carroll, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy. His blog/website can be found at www.edwardmlee.wordpress.com