Mabel Lee

Containment

Winds, hands, howls break this city and beat it. The overflow of time reddens, fortifies our grief and fixes battle gear to the underside of knuckles palm lines spiraling inward towards numb clutch — on the fester of speculation on the wheels of judgment Even to leave our houses and desert ourselves, embrace a familiar faceContinue reading “Containment”

Louder

All the ways in which we can misconstrue and be misunderstood. Our actions go before us like birds of prey. Our speech falters and fails to circumscribe our motives, the tenderest and darkest parts of us. Our fears have been rooted so desperately into that dark. We cannot know how to identify those things whichContinue reading “Louder”

Rare Cactus

At the beginning of March, my family and I visited the Philadelphia Flower Show on one of the last nights of its run. Strange now to think about wandering the Convention Center with crowds of other people to admire the natural world. And admire we did — the extravagantly designed sets incorporating all types ofContinue reading “Rare Cactus”