May 3rd 2016

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gray
····sky and black road—each going the same
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I’ve begun reading Richard Wright’s haiku from front to back, and am circling my favorites. In the last eighteen months of his life, during his sickness, Wright wrote over 4000 haiku. He wrote them obsessively and though I won’t write nearly as many, or at least as quickly, I feel a kinship with his love of the form.
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