The fact of walking: destination undecided music spooling both ears like those days from park reservoir to the Met as the flowers on the trees unfurled, the world astride on waves of my reverie, to plant one roving foot on pavement’s immediacy pressing ambition to concrete, bodies swirl and buzz around traffic lights, the otherContinue reading “Somnambulist”
Author Archives: Mabel Lee
Other Earth
Welcome to this new blue world: a more distant dot concealed within folds of our deep fervor where rivers run unchecked to unburden husks of open hands and mouths, from which red-orange molten light of words rise up as fortress, monsoon cloud, kingdom of language translating sisters & lovers into indomitable being where once ourContinue reading “Other Earth”
Ritual: Coffee
The ceramic mug laden with mustaches is the one I choose each morning. Its shape is perfect: rounded and robust handle, solid and thick stature of containing body, lip widening slightly outward to hold the full moon liquid of black coffee. Frida’s unibrow is on there somewhere, and you would think Hitler’s fascist micro-stash wouldContinue reading “Ritual: Coffee”
