Joanna Lee: “I was struck, as I’m sure many across the globe were, with Friday night’s Paris attacks, feeling a need to process, to respond before heading to bed last night. The East End of Richmond, Virginia, where I live, is rightly or wrongly often stigmatized by violence and racial/socioeconomic disparity. (As a poet-friend of mine, Joshua Poteat, put it, ‘It is always postwar here.’) The eerie silence that clung to the streets that night sounded like a breath being held—of solidarity, maybe, or of wondering where the next blow would fall.” (website)
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