airports – mabel lee

Hiatus II

In the side mirror the thin wisp of smoke curls, wanders under the orange parking lot light, curls back inside towards the dash as if lost, the long cigarette held by a pale hand as if not your own — a hand that is only a hand, leaning against an open window beyond the “DoContinue reading “Hiatus II”

Returning Home

“A person’s heart is like a deep well. Nobody knows what lies at the bottom. We can only imagine what there might be by contemplating the form of the things which, once in a while, come to the surface.” Haruki Murakami, “Airplane” 6/24/2010 Back on the other side of the ‘charco.’ I was surprised atContinue reading “Returning Home”