The spaces in which we dwell and spend our waking and sleeping hours become so important. We attach ourselves to corners and bookshelves, to heights and shadows and mirrors, doorways, the squeaking of floorboards and the peel of paint. What is it about where you spend your nights dreaming, where you succumb to the most pleasurableContinue reading “Journal: Thurs., Dec. 11th, 2014”
Author Archives: Mabel Lee
Still Life with Cookie Tin Painting
Resistance like red spring poppies under a pristine town a river painted with black where the depths reach up Cypresses spindle up from a country house white walls Vague clouds of trees the bed of poppies leaping out like a three-dimensional creature from the flatness of Idyllic Town, Europe A road — a creek —Continue reading “Still Life with Cookie Tin Painting”
Cool Springs
a secret wetland caught hidden atop a city plateau from the marshy waters spurts a fountain a dog canters into the shallows and robins twitch they are only secretly happy old photos of the park show men cleaning the reservoir that was once here — men with bowler hats gave kisses a sun trickling yolkContinue reading “Cool Springs”
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