Most of the poems in Pilgrim were written in darkness. I don’t want to be melodramatic, but it’s what happened, and what I remember: the faint glow of white text on a black background, my phone screen the only bright

Persimmon blossoms emerge in June, petite and cream-coloured, as though clusters of buttery pursed lips have sprouted all over the tree––or so I’m told. I can’t recall the persimmon tree in that garden ever flowering.

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