Mabel Lee

“Thus, Life is Lived”

I watch – a somber darkening sky only February can lay claim to, beyond the new high-rises, faded forever rooftops of the city passed by as the El clacks ahead further north. I watch: people and their soft-soled shoes and bags, phones, dreamstate eyes looking at nothing as real as the opening and closing ofContinue reading ““Thus, Life is Lived””

Poem for “T”

Straight-shooting utilitarian T, balance beam expectant of the snatch- thump of gymnast’s powdered hands, settling the matter of equilibrium onto a birdless, wire- less telephone pole, abject over horizon, watch for the topple onto proud dinner table top, nothing elegant as an empty scale, as in justice deliberating its hang- dog demeanor on the pop drop of wine, liquidContinue reading “Poem for “T””

Franklin Parker Preserve

Back in February, we hiked the Franklin Parker Preserve trail in the Pinelands of New Jersey. Weaving in and out of pine forests, we stopped to admire sweeping views of restored wetlands on a sunny day.