Mabel Lee

One more day before take-off!

The Annex

Last night, wandering Soho through the unending rain like a forlorn, unwanted cat. At moments, I actually felt triumphant hopping from sidewalk to sidewalk, trying to dodge the rain by walking through small alleyways. Somehow, I miraculously came across Housing Works Cafe on Crosby street and felt such a welcoming sense of relief while entering.Continue reading “The Annex”

After Robert Hass

What does this mean? I do not mean to say these things. I do not say these things. They look at me and try to spoon the answer out from under my eyelids, from the gums of my teeth: They find the kind of red which does not describe the curtain, or the bedspread. AContinue reading “After Robert Hass”