EDITORS NOTE

I am writing this in July, but my thoughts are on New Year’s Eve traditions.

Growing up, the only holiday my family celebrated was New Year’s Eve, we didn’t even celebrate birthdays.

On New Year’s Eve, we’d stay up late to watch the ball drop, then wake to small gifts under our pillows in the new year.

For some reason, I always interpreted New Year’s Eve as a sigh of relief. The year was over. Time to start again, better and new.

But the January issue reminds me that we can move forward without losing the past.

A new year can be about building, about deciding to collaborate, about doing better.

Where was my community? In many ways, it threw me into conversations about which community was mine to begin with, and from these difficult conversations, I finally found homes and care in poetry.

Editor, Farai Diza

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