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  April 2020
volume 17 number 1
-table of contents-
  featured poets
  Kathie Giorgio
  Edward Lee
  Jennie Lindthorst
  Frank Mundo
  Christine Murray
  Abdel-Wahed Souayah
  Ann Tweedy
  Viola Weinberg
  Martin Willitts Jr
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Edward Lee April 2020



    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




The drowned man
didn't die after
he tried to walk
on the water,
he simply learned
to breathe submerged.

Nor did he cease
trying to walk on water,
now aware that he could not die
in his drowning.

It is a good lesson
to learn, or to know
there is more
than one lesson there;
have any of us
been taking
notes, using quality paper
and ink that won’t disappear?

copyright 2020 Edward Lee




Sudden darkness
as the lightbulb fell
from the ceiling fixture,
shattering like a silent scream
on the uneven ground,
and now I can't rise
from the bed, least
I pierce my feet
on broken glass
in this natural blindness.

If only the bulb had dropped
a minute earlier, you'd
still be on the bed
beside me, our argument distracted
before it could begin. I wouldn't
been alone now, and we might
make love to shed
the shards of fright
fiercely alive in our hearts,
the sound of that breaking glass
unnaturally loud in that room
suddenly without light.

But would the lightbulb
still have fallen
if you hadn’t slammed the door
with such final force, the vibration
of your exit like an echo
of the dark hatred
in your once shining eyes?

copyright 2020 Edward Lee