The Jellyfish The sharp sting heralds a rush of impending doom. Blueness of depth gathering, cloaking the peripherals of vision, in that vast tightness the squeeze of blood through impacted arteries, the hollows of so much water so many liquids that float the body. It is only chemical, this dread — poison burrowing and clenchingContinue reading “The Jellyfish”
Author Archives: Mabel Lee
Half Moon Bay
Wind spume sand coldness Of tide tailing my father’s Bare toes, same as mine Half Moon Bay, California: watercolor
Coffee Correspondence
A postcard sketch: pencil, watercolor, ink
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