It seems silly and mundane, but I’ve recently conquered my fear of driving. After eight years of inhabiting cities with decent public transportation, Philadelphia now means a new job, a new life, new necessities, and giving some TLC to an old car. I believe that my nervousness at having to maneuver a car was alwaysContinue reading “In Which You Lose Control”
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“Make for Me a Sign”
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””
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”
mabel lee 