19 September 2026
“The Day” (2012) by Lila Matsumoto
Not the sinking-stone worry But the free memory of the day!
The pedal I push is my foothold on morning, beating the cannon, the creep of a benign and faceless blank. The words I mean to say are running beside me rushing into the gutter. Others have taken holiday to make villages in the sand. Come Back. Words come back. I want to intend, to cleave the air with sure-foot. Surely, wherever there is light, people are growing their meanings.