In honor of mirror-image writing…a backwards picture of “I will not talk,” twenty times. This weekend has come like a huge gust of fresh air. The week normally feels long, even though I technically have a three-day weekend, but this week was especially so because all the first grade teachers had gone away on anContinue reading “Una Semana Larga…”
Author Archives: Mabel Lee
Absence
The same script each time you attempt to write it. Setting: morning, in bedand not having yet awakened, the sound of distress from the tragedyyour body has created and believes,with such conviction, making its way out of your throat. Never quite arriving, caughtby the mouth. Cheeks still dry. Something like a well, pushingthe one prolongedContinue reading “Absence”
Bulfinch’s The Age of Fable
The days have no numbers.Neither thread nor color —air too intimate, trespassingthe pores, tiring houseplants. The mother reads in her chair,mouthing half-broken words,the grandfather also in his chairwith a picture bookof divinities, all gold,resplendent goddesses. Television blaring,no hour lifted from the hands,but suddenly, you’re doing the same thingyou’ve been doing, excepteveryone has gone to bed.Continue reading “Bulfinch’s The Age of Fable”
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