snap chat
3 second flash of my past
broken glass

Alison Kite

I relate a lot to this one. I use snapchat every day. Send and receive. I think I have gone through this before having a shattered phone and sending snapchats of my face. This could also go as what Alison said and be about broken memories or feelings looking back at old snapchats. Jeremiah Curry

deployment date
a seashell to
remember me by

Alison Kite

a solemn judge
fresh ink on the page
her sigh of relief

3am
knock at the door
it was my officer . . . this time

Alison Kite

blue eyes
deep
I could swim forever

Jennifer Dial

I think this one hit home very much. I know this girl with the most beautiful blue eyes. I just love looking into her eyes. I could get lost in them without even having a conversation. Jeremiah Curry

sunflowers
she holds the ruby
for everyone to see

Jeremiah Curry

El Rodeo
we digest the sermon
with a jumbo margarita

Randy Brooks

flooded bridge
a night full of jokes
on the way to the ER

Jeremiah Curry

masquerade
the man behind the mask
comes to light

opening up to me
her black-eyed
Susans

Randy Brooks

the secret
flower tattoo
she no longer must wait

Alison Kite

dandelions
my childhood
wishing i made that wish

Alison Kite

thoughtless words
a bouquet of flowers
to hide the wounds

Jeremiah Curry

I love that this haiku conveys so much emotion. It reminds me of maybe a couple fighting, flowers are given as a way to smooth things over but the issues aren’t really talked about; or it could be about someone being in the hospital being given flowers as a way to cheer them up and distract them from their injuries. Jennifer Dial

sunglasses on her head
in church
bangs just like her Mom

Randy Brooks

I see a dad looking at his daughter after some time away either work or college, she comes home grown up and is a crazy similar resemblance of his wife (her mother) that he loves so dearly. He sees his daughter grown now and loves how much she is like her mother. Alison Kite

endless war
seventh inning stretch
for a Purple Heart

Randy Brooks

road meets sky
the moon illuminates
the wet road

blue car
I could listen to her
warm laugh forever

Jennifer Dial

This again brings me to this specific girl. It’s so comforting just to be with her. We would take dates and just sit in the car sometimes. Which is nice because some of our deepest convos came from the car rides. I love her laugh so much. Jeremiah Curry

wagging tail and sloppy kisses
my best friend
greets me

Jennifer Dial

walking
on a cold raining night
carrying my brother

Jeremiah Curry

This one draws on the heart; it’s that call in the middle of the night. Your brother is drunk, maybe not in a great part of town. He's super vulnerable and not in a safe place. You may be smaller and younger, but you show up and help carry him home. The rain falls over you as he weighs on you but you don't stop, you keep pushing him home in your arms. You got to get him home, you gotta be by his side, you got to keep him safe. Alison Kite

ambulance
a long ride prolonged
by ominous weather

red hot faces
of the grandkids
strawberry chins

dogs barking
no end in sight
forgot to feed them

new shirt
white strands all over
dog's blanket

years ago
his green bed sheets
fire and gasoline

silence
your floral chair
empty

Jennifer Dial

Irish whiskey
vinyl
an all-nighter

Jennifer Dial

dress blues
next to the seashell
his daughter found

Alison Kite

Christmas
freshly fallen snow
the only thing i was gifted

snow falls outside
dad and i build
an igloo

Jennifer Dial

record snow
Gloria Davis does not
care

Jeremiah Curry

warm summer night
laying by the pond
listen to the crickets

Jennifer Dial

This is very self-expiatory I think; you're laying out by the pond in the warmth of a summer night, not a care in the world, the silence is welcomed, and the crickets sing. It’s peaceful, organic, and nostalgic all the same. It’s something that is special in the Midwest I think. Alison Kite

summer night
needles by the curb
narcan

in the summer sun
his uniform dries
every stain has a name

Alison Kite

crunchy leaves
beneath deer hooves
i draw my arrow

Jennifer Dial

start of school
finding gray hairs
in chemistry class

Alison Kite

bonding over the violence
ripping out the guts
pumpkin carving

Alison Kite

I loved the wit and playfulness of this haiku, it brought back memories of my childhood, the word “guts” really makes you remember how gooey the inside of a pumpkin feels. Reading it through a second time, I imagine a couple of kids making memories together of cleaning out their pumpkins on Halloween. Jennifer Dial

starting the garden
black eyed susans
never ask for help

Alison Kite

walking to the game
Dad lets me ride
on his shoulders

Jennifer Dial

hammock swaying
i hear Dad making dinner
salmon

vest hits the floor
snow tracked down the hall
she didn't make it

Alison Kite

three glasses of wine
Christmas Eve
field sobriety in the snow

Alison Kite

extreme heat
lap dance on the bronze man
meth . . . not even once

Alison Kite