Mabel Lee

The Elephant in the Room

Had lunch outside at an Indian restaurant under the El, which had this beautifully patterned elephant image on its wall. Wonderfully sunny spring day for sketching.

Down Cumberland the kiddie pools have been emptied, deflated, dragged indoors and the old trees are lingering with slow leaves as dusk catches up inch by inch. Past the steepled church of dark red brick that stretches up into the twilight kind of streetlight and its sign that jokes: “Sign broken. Come inside for message,”Continue reading “Cumberland”

Chang’e

when the sky was hung with ten suns (the story begins) that terrible era of ash & air so thick of bone & spice of ginger root how they got there emblazed until all was yellow and grey no one knew not even the blind crones with wood for teeth banging bowls at their feetContinue reading “Chang’e”