The span of a decade, sequence of deep sleep spaces you have never lived pave their hollows into the brain set off an equation some other linguistic entity, some field that shook its stalks against a white porch light in a storm but that was not you there somebody else that is some other childContinue reading “Anaphora: a method to begin”
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The Chair
From the thrift store on South we lugged the old thirty-dollar armchair past the late summer idlers to the car, strapped it to the back and carried it off to a new seventh-floor dorm home. It graced the corner beside the rug, swirls of green and orange velvet print made louder under a cheap lamp,Continue reading “The Chair”
Relic
The limestone angel was Michael the one on the sepulcher and there also under glass (robbed of foot, almost faceless) and through each figment of love or hate which was carried: illuminated, washed out by each dark corner you likened to lust he is that creature in the tapestry a woman at war, the oneContinue reading “Relic”
mabel lee 