time – mabel lee

“Thus, Life is Lived”

I watch – a somber darkening sky only February can lay claim to, beyond the new high-rises, faded forever rooftops of the city passed by as the El clacks ahead further north. I watch: people and their soft-soled shoes and bags, phones, dreamstate eyes looking at nothing as real as the opening and closing ofContinue reading ““Thus, Life is Lived””

Departure

Living alone takes getting used to again. Time suddenly seems to be found and doubled, as well as silence. The constant pulsing of your own thoughts is the background noise, and you reach out and grasp at familiar voices, your attentive ear calls in these sounds, your eyes recreate familiar spaces. You wish to beContinue reading “Departure”