Reiko aimed with precision, half urban cowgirl, half Zen archer, each move preconcieved without regret. Her fuel burned with the notion of being one woman among many men, one wax lily among sharp branches with thorns.
I am one of many, embarking on this experiment. The idea is to write a short piece of poetic prose about 365 people I have encountered in my life, one entry per day for a year, using approximately the number of words, matching my age. I've stopped, then resumed, but I am resolved to take this to the finish line.