Global Haiku • Fall 2023
Dr. Randy Brooks

Haiku

by
Elijah Jamison

sneaking through the back
my grandma hugs me
before my mom

walking side by side
a breeze through my hand
your ghost

sweater weather
an excuse
to be held

I left every door open
for you to feel
a breeze

lavender
you left me in
lavender

liquored lips
spilling truths
not theirs

i chopped the veggies
i boiled the meat
it doesn’t taste the same