the margins

My ears are still ringing and the air in the garden is bruise-blue with low mists of the ghost of gunpowder (I kick myself that I didn’t photograph the sign on the bin of fireworks in the grocery store, yesterday: “PYRO SPASS FOR KIDS!” Spass meaning Fun) this morning-after. It’s not really morning but it feels like it. I found that I had been group-emailed this recording (linked below) during the early hours, a cover of Yuki no Hana/ Snowflower… by an expat, an American woman with Nigerian parents, singing here in Japanese. So beautiful and so largely unheard! Let it be your tiny treasure and guiding metaphor as the mist clears and we try, again, to do better…

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR [letters are vetted for cogency and style]

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