thoughts – mabel lee

July Journal, ’22

Summer envelopes the world in a blinding scorch. Extremes that we who know something about wintering are not accustomed to. The city ablaze within a fog of sweat and concrete, slow and sparse signs of life. My days home from wandering must be strictly regimented — hour by hour with the scheduled task, whether obligatoryContinue reading “July Journal, ’22”

Revisiting/Ignition

Devil was your angel, but it’s not no more The devil was your angel, when you weren’t sure Do I tempt trouble to break through all these doors? Just to put a face to the voice which always calls To fight for what is precious, to know what’s under the floor If I could treat itContinue reading “Revisiting/Ignition”