The Empty Mall

the black cat
returns its coat
— empty mall

 .

air guitar —
nothing for sale at
the empty mall

empty mall —
the same voices
always inaudible

 .

after the bomb
two swallows fledge
in the empty mall

 .

every
face
in
the
empty mall

moon rocks

.

the empty mall
promises nothing
for everyone

 .

zombies speculate
about their origins
in the empty mall

every storefront
in the empty mall —
a mouth

 .

empty mall —
I take the pills
I promised to take

 .

everyone arriving
at the empty mall
gets an empty balloon

 .

further into
the empty mall
than I ever meant to go

 .

a glass case
with a heartbeat
at the empty mall

 .

sunrise
burns a hole in the wall —
empty mall

 .

empty mall
so many
molecules

 .

the phases of the moon
turn sour
I walk on tiptoe
with your memory
through the empty mall

a cloud of radiation
dissipates —
empty mall

 .

empty mall —
a herd of nameless animals
in housewares

 .

empty mall —
having our souls inspected
in the fountain

 .

the general shouts his name
to the crowd
in the empty mall

 .

the empty mall
is it me here
or another girl
with burning hair

 .

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30 thoughts on “The Empty Mall

  1. jshb32 says:

    a really nice series, Melissa. Quite a spooky place this empty mall … As you might know 😉 I really like serial stuff. It’s creates a space and a world to be explored and this you do very well indeed. Inspirational.

  2. Peter Newton says:

    love these Melissa . . . that heartbeat in a glass case . . . much to return to

    –Peter

    empty mall escalators to another level

  3. You seem to combine the notion of people shopping for something more than what the material world can offer, thus that kind of emptiness at the heart of the American shopping experience, with an equal awareness and compassion for malls left empty from disasters such as The Great Japan Earthquake. Tremendous depth. Thank you so much, Melissa.

    • Thanks so much, Donna. When I started writing this series I actually wasn’t sure what the epithet would be for the mall but when I came up with “empty” I knew I’d struck a vein.

  4. mary ahearn says:

    These are wonderful- lots to think about and return to. First immediate favorite was the third one,but then others came to the so called top – as the mind turns,I guess. And that’s the beauty of it…

    shopping
    for myself
    at the empty mall

    Thanks as always,Melissa. Inspirational and so open.

  5. I return
    wow. nothing short of wow.
    in this empty mall

    you once again lead. me. to a place I never knew I could exist in before you spoke.

    way cool. stunningly way cool. and way beyond. wow.
    nothing short of way wow. beyond.

  6. Merrill Ann Gonzales says:

    Sometimes I’ll have the phrase “incessant rain” (we get a lot of rain around here) in my head and it seems every other haiku out of me for awhile is based on the way that phrase works on me, moment to moment. I’ve always found it very instructive about my frame of mind and the many different aspects of myself that come clear as it meets various situations in my life. But I never had a sequence like this one, Melissa…. it’s great!

  7. gulrotkake lavkarbo says:

    Hrm, Not the best post unfortunately. Sorry to be so blunt! You should try some Norwegian carrot cake ( gulrotkake ) to cheer you up instead.

  8. I was a bit surprised (by the topic not your writing, which I love) that I liked many of these. My favorite is this:

    further into
    the empty mall
    than I ever meant to go

    But I chuckled aloud (my boys’ obsession) at this one:

    zombies speculate
    about their origins
    in the empty mall

      • I could tell and am glad to see it. Sometimes I find I’m too serious about my writing and don’t write as well for it. Balance…in everything is so difficult. As to the zombies, my boys would say they should contemplate their demise rather than origins. I’ve got one boy (not zombie, at least, not most of the time) who is convinced he last as long as Chuck Norris in the zombie apocalypse.

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