violence – mabel lee

Containment

Winds, hands, howls break this city and beat it. The overflow of time reddens, fortifies our grief and fixes battle gear to the underside of knuckles palm lines spiraling inward towards numb clutch — on the fester of speculation on the wheels of judgment Even to leave our houses and desert ourselves, embrace a familiar faceContinue reading “Containment”

Doomsday Reflections

“The sun is setting on a century, and we’re armed to the teeth. We are all working together now to make our lives mercifully brief…” They say the world will end this week. With the rush of winter and the holiday season suddenly having stumbled so quickly in our midst, it has hardly felt likeContinue reading “Doomsday Reflections”