when the sky was hung with ten suns (the story begins) that terrible era of ash & air so thick of bone & spice of ginger root how they got there emblazed until all was yellow and grey no one knew not even the blind crones with wood for teeth banging bowls at their feetContinue reading “Chang’e”
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Rio Celeste
The day we trekked along the Rio Celeste and I was so angry I wanted to leave you behind our guide paused to pick buttercups which you photographed we had gifted him our foreign coins a sky sedate with rain all day seeping into my eyes my boots slosh through paths of muted brown noContinue reading “Rio Celeste”
Evening
Through the rearview mirror the sun burst, red like a siren, between the trees gathered any remembered shade of crimson lowering itself out from under the cloud mantle of snow the chariot-pulling horses offer the sun to the evening fish, who buries it in the sea on its night journey in the silence between twoContinue reading “Evening”
mabel lee 