If a name is a sign, scrawled by the universe at the end of a message, seven letters and nothing more, sent by the universe in the end of a note — when you stopped searching, when you quit looking for a word which meant something more than what was said, enunciated in your closedContinue reading ““Make for Me a Sign””
Category Archives: Sleepwalking
Transfiguration: A Study
I. awoken. his white, wingless figure gesturing a story to a blinking pupil — mine, wide open, shut — under the shut lid, his form hovering, telling without speaking how it really was, the flood, the fall, and all that which was written in a book telling me without telling II. in my past IContinue reading “Transfiguration: A Study”
Salad Night
For We Write Poems’ Prompt #95, which encouraged us to write about something in the natural world from a not-so-common point of view. Salad Night I’ve murdered the cook in this mansion mystery — Look, my hands are slick like a surgeon’s when he searches for this or that organ, I’ve even got the knifeContinue reading “Salad Night”
mabel lee 