[Score anthology, 03.2019]
Aspasia leaned over the railing of the research vessel and looked out at the vast kelp field for the last time. The water was an impossibly lucid turquoise; beneath the surface, ribbons of dark kelp fluttered peacefully.
In the distance, dry, bone-white limestone pinnacles peeked out from the surface of the ocean, the remnants of Nauru’s phosphate strip mines… [continue reading, $]
I went to the museum’s special exhibition on Seitokuji Temple alone, as was my habit. In the corner, there was a glass case full of portraits of the temple’s famous poets.
The last portrait made me stop to take a second look… [continue reading]