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I’m joining Trina Haase at Trinarrative for a daily haiku challenge this month.
I’ve been trying to find haiku in pieces of prose I’m reading, especially in lines I might skim or overlook. From Madeline Miller’s Circe, my before bed read:
my grandfather smelled
deep as rich river mud
my father a searing blaze
the jagged mountains
wide out-flung blue of ocean
I looked for mortals
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