One Poem by Edward Lee

Our Kingdom

I was born into a river
that didn’t flow,
alongside fish
that didn’t swim;
this was to be my kingdom,
this wet stillness
that I could add nothing to
but my own stillness.

This is our kingdom,
this is our stillness,
one shrinking,
the other spreading,
neither natural to this world,
but there all the same,
slowly overthrowing the order of the world,
slowly becoming
the orderless world,
we humans not noticing the change,
oblivious in the deceptive comfort
of our kingdom
and the stillness
that has built its walls,
behind which
we rut and bring
other still children
into being.


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

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