prose – Page 2 – mabel lee

Cumberland

Down Cumberland the kiddie pools have been emptied, deflated, dragged indoors and the old trees are lingering with slow leaves as dusk catches up inch by inch. Past the steepled church of dark red brick that stretches up into the twilight kind of streetlight and its sign that jokes: “Sign broken. Come inside for message,”Continue reading “Cumberland”

Cinematic

Dated: 2/26/06 I’m going to make a movie someday. And in it – I can only see so well what will be in it. I imagine there will be much walking, the way people walk and think no one in the world is watching, or that everyone on the block is focused intently on theContinue reading “Cinematic”

BookRamblings: Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Joan Didion This book had been collecting dust at the bottom of my bookshelf for some years now, left by a friend who used to live in Madrid, until I decided to pick it up a couple weeks ago in my attempt to read all the books I own. The older IContinue reading “BookRamblings: Slouching Towards Bethlehem”