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I made a goof in my #poetry submission this week, so I'm extra-unsurprised it was rejected, but--
This one was written in honour of an article about Japanese haiku poets, reflecting on how climate change has disrupted the classic connection between a single word and a whole season in the work.
What will happen to the practice, they wonder, when seasons can no longer be reliably signified by the same imagery?
Here are four seasonal haiku gesturing at what comes next.
https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2023/nov/14/lost-to-the-climate-crisis-japan-haiku-poets
Still writing, but I needed to step out for a walk in the rain, and caught the email.
Poetry is *so good* on its own, but also as a way of sharpening the mind ahead of revising longer prose - so nothing is ever really lost in a rejection. It all feeds into future work. Cheers, all!