I like mine crisp.
Tea, crisp persimmon slices, and a sumo story…
That morning, before the bout.
A message before Day 7 sends Shiori back to h…
I kept watching the foot in the air.
One drawing made me put down my pen and try i…
Right to the edges.
I cleaned my glasses, then my tablet. The scr…
Wait. Not one uwatenage?
I went looking for uwatenage among Wakamotoha…
The blue one.
On Sunday evening, Shiori chooses between two…
The men beside the yokozuna caught my eye.
Once I’d cleared away dinner, I opened the ph…
Fujinokawa, you won from there!
Shiori spends Sunday with Fujinokawa’s Septem…
“Going forward” can look so different.
Staying low. Bringing an opponent upright. I …
Just one slice first.
By the time I thought about dipping some in t…