Final Kukai Favorites

Global Haiku Tradition--Final Kukai Names, Spring 2006

after the fight,
I sob--
because you love me

Sarah Corso

once striking,
no longer          after he
struck

Adam Stefo

This haiku says so much in just three lines; the imagery is fantastic. I also really like the dual use of the word “strike” in this one, both literally (as in, the man struck her) and figuratively (as in, she was a striking beauty). It was in my group’s matching contest, and I fought hard for this one to go on to the next round. Sarah

I didn’t particularly pay any attention to this haiku the first time around. The meaning of it seemed to pass right by me the first time I read it, which just reproves the importance of taking ones time with each line when reading a haiku. I like the double meaning the author used to portray the abuser and the abused. Once striking, I believe, is meant to be a comment on just how beautiful the woman in the poem is. What’s really neat about this haiku is that it isn’t really gender specific as far as the receiver of the beatings, therefore, it covers many different types of abuse. The victim could be a woman, a young boy perhaps, or maybe even a beautiful animal. Whichever the victim is the author has clearly included the tragedy of such a beautiful subject crashing to the ground under the hand of an evil person. The space between the first and second part of the second line helps to build tension, as if the man is raising his had to hit the subject. When you read ‘no longer’ it is already to be assumed that something negative is going to happen, and the space creates a slights hiccup where the author builds suspense. Jamie

swallowing her holy wafer
she licks her lips
for the altar boy

Traci Rapp

couples
hands comfortably entwined
Red Rover instinct

Traci Rapp

I really like this haiku because of the subtle way the writer portrays her not-so-subtle emotional reaction to being surrounded by couples. It’s very funny; it’s also a subject that a lot of people can relate to. The image of a random girl suddenly starting to sprint through these couples makes my single heart smile.:) Allison

talking
miles between us
talking

Pat Steadman

blindfolded
and anxious
What is taking him so long?

dusk meadow
boldly colored
by crickets

Andrew Barnick (7)

I really like this haiku because each line brings with it a deeper image of color, or lack thereof depending on how you look at it. The word dusk signifies after the sun setting so its starting to get dark. With it, it brings to mind the color black. The next line, boldly colored, makes me think that a contrasting color is showing up against the black of the night. What came to mind for me was lightning coloring the night sky. It was hard to read the last line, by crickets, and not be surprised that the author added yet another image of black. As strange as it is to think about crickets coloring the dusk meadow, this image seems to work. Elizabeth

turtle instinct
now just a reflex
coax me out

Allison Lingren

his sweet words
washed away by alcohol—
but I remember

Stephanie Dietrich

bundled
beside her
never too close

Adam Stefo

laughing as
we do the dirty . . .
dishes

Alisha Goebel (7)

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I fell in love with this haiku when I first read it. It is definitely one of favorites. I enjoy how the author sets up his audience and then completely throws them off from something sexual to another every day activity. Good job pushing the line and holding the audiences attention. The word “laughing” also allows the reader to audibly here what is going on and appreciate the sounds and emotions of the activity. Erin

I really like this haiku in all respects. It’s just one of those that sticks with you. It’s no secret at this point that I’m a huge fan of the senryu and this to me, is senryu at its best. Without the line break, it’s perfectly innocent, but reading it in haiku form gives a totally different image until you reach the last line. That’s why it totally accomplishes its goal (assuming its goal was to create humor). I think that this is some of the best type of senryu because it requires cultural context to understand the meaning. If the reader didn’t know that “doing the dirty” was slang for something totally unrelated to dishes, it would just be a nice haiku. Rick

I chose this haiku to write about because I think it best exemplifies the idea of the juxtaposition that we have so often discussed in this class. The first line sets up the playful tone of the haiku. The second line continues this and gives the reader a definitely vivid image. The final line provides such a stark contrast that the haiku’s playful tone is even further established, despite the fact that the third line is about a chore. The haiku’s tone stays the same, even with the juxtaposition, which is unique. I also liked the way this haiku is written, in general. It is sort of short and choppy, which also contributes to the tone. Pat

drunken confessions
he can't erase
my apprehension

Allison Lingren

I’ve already written about several of these, but they are still my favorite! It was hard to go back and find something different I liked about each one, but I think it speaks for the haiku when, after the whole semester, I still chose it as my favorite! I really liked this one for its ability to capture that feeling of apprehension; it’s not clear exactly what the situation here is, but it’s the sick feeling in your stomach where you know you shouldn’t believe anything that he is saying, no matter how hard he tries. Rachel

kissing you
alone
in a crowded room

Liz Ciaccio

I liked how this haiku was able to portray that feeling of being in love and thinking that the two of you are the only two people in the world. There might be a ton of people around you, but when the two of you are together no one else exists, or so it seems. Your love is able to consume each other so much that you both actually do not notice the other people around. I wrote about this haiku the first time it appeared in a kukai, and the second reading is just as good as the first was. Elizabeth

ice tinkles
in the lemonade
southern comfort

Rachel Cook

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Again, I feel a certain amount of playful antagonism on the author’s part. They are setting up the reader for this nice homey haiku and then BAM massive alcohol surge. I LOVE IT. The affect of the word “tinkles” also intrigues me. I can actually hear the glass swirling as whoever is sitting at the table enjoys a nice summer day. The imagery I receive from this haiku is fantastic. It has been very well written by the author. It makes me want lemonade right now. Erin

peeling my skin
off of his—
even the moon sweats

Stephanie Dietrich (9)

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I enjoy this haiku because it does a good job of describing a hot sweating moment either after sex or just after hugging. I especially love the third line. I never would have thought to make the moon sweat nor do I have a good image of the moon sweating but the sticky humid feeling is well portrayed nonetheless. Corrine

This is still one of my favorite haiku. I simply looooove all of the imagery and senses the author pulls into these three lines. I’m not even quite sure how to talk about this haiku without becoming quite embarrassed. It’s just filled with such raw passion and love that it makes me feel quite flustered after reading it. You can see the two bodies lying atop of one another, glistening with sweat in the moonlight, feel the stickiness in the air created by the couple, smell the long night, and hear the sound of their skin sticking together as they peel away from one another. This haiku is just so sensual because of all that it says without ever coming out directly and saying it. Jamie

my thoughts
enslaved by freedom
a spider watching its web

what I and only I am
allows me to be
a magpie… a swan

Andrew Barnick

harmless—
a butterfly lands
on the bomb

Ryne Inman

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I like this one because of the irony the author used. I believes that butterflies are the epitome of harmlessness, and yet they seem so much more fragile and suspenseful here. You don’t know if the bee landing on the bomb will set it off, like in cartoons or if there are people watching the bomb who think that and as the butterfly glides closer they all leap behind a barrier and cover their ears. The other image that you could get I suppose is a kamikaze butterfly who is intentionally landing on the bomb to destroy everything in its radius. Who knows? Adam

I really enjoyed the fact that someone decided to try another spin-off of “a butterfly lands on Park Place.” If that wasn’t the author’s original intent, then they’ve written a very good haiku as well as unintentionally been clever. The juxtaposition between the butterfly and the bomb is really fun; I also like the alliteration. Allison

I really liked the irony and juxtaposition in this haiku! The first two lines set up the third line so well because even though the word “harmless” is actually there, the butterfly landing would make you think that anyway. Then we find out that the landing terrain is a bomb, it’s almost comical because it’s one of the last things you would expect. Rachel

legs wide apart
she asks him
     Check on the kids?

Traci Rapp

summer dishes;
drying her hands
on his jean cheeks

Traci Rapp

unpaid power bill
enjoying
the flickering candlelight

Rick Bearce

one
wrinkle
too many

Rachel Cook

through the fog
a street light
I hear each raindrop

Rick Bearce

All of these haiku were amazing, some of which I have admired before as well as some I had never read. “through the fog” was a haiku that fell into the latter category, yet I loved it as soon as I read it. Although all haiku are supposed to inspire a particular image, this poem’s imagery stands out. I did not do any work imaging the scene; as I read the words a picture formed instantly in my head. Natalie

humid morning
a cardinal
perched atop the privacy fence

hidden treasure
the penny
in a sidewalk crack

Andrew Barnick

I liked this haiku because it reminded me of the ridiculus things that many people who may not be superstitious notice and know why it will bring them luck or back luck. A penny is hardly worth anything these days. Moreover, it is almost a nuisance only good for being used in exact change. Quarters, dimes and nickels have constant use in vending machines either for beverages or toys, but pennies can’t even be used there. The only thing I can think of that people typically use a penny for is luck. However, if the penny is tails up then its bad luck only if the penny is heads up is it good luck. This actually makes me wonder if the penny stuck sideways in the sidewalk crack is good or back luck. It’s probably neither. Corrine

perfect summer day—
sunshine
hides the deceit

spilling into the air
over the golden day—
laughter

two sprouts
grow together
i watch alone

Andrew Barnick

the broken limb
of the magnolia tree
my mother weeps

Brian Blankenship (10)

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There is some ambiguous and abstract connection between the magnolia tree and the narrator’s mother in this haiku—and although there is no concrete explanation of their connection, it seems to be understood. The mother is not weeping because the magnolia limb has broken—the two events are not connected that closely; nor is the connection nothing more than the fact that the events happen simultaneously. No, there is some universal connection between these two events—something that cannot and needs not be explained. The author has done a great job simply setting these two events out there for us to look at side by side. Melanie

laying on the couch
watching the shows
I saw yesterday

Elizabeth Braden

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I feel that this is an interesting combination of actions. Immediately, I question what is going on this haiku. I get the feeling that the lines represent a feeling of depression. It overwhelming sends across emotions that complement my opinion, as well as offering a sense of hopelessness from the author. The person within is so far gone that they are not even responding to the simple everyday acts going on around them. Great expression is given by the author. Erin

surrounded by family
yet he reaches
for my hand

crazy kids
covered in ashes
…for Jesus?

the lawyer comes home
with estee lauder
on his collar

Corinne Cullina

I like this haiku because I can think of it in two different ways. In one scenario, the couple has had a fight and are giving each other the silent treatment. In the other, I picture a romantic, winter scene where nothing needs to be said – silence is speaking volumes. Allison

shadows suppress
the bright colors
caressing the corner

Erin Wyant

after spring showers
the little boy inspects
the worms

Rachel Cook

I hum
the doorbell’s
broken note

Brian Blankenship

I like this haiku because of the music major part of me. When we learn how to hear and recognize intervals, doorbells are used for minor 3rds. In other words, the two notes that most doorbells use is an interval of a minor 3rd. When we are practicing in class or taking tests, I’ll lightly hum the doorbell in my head so I can hear the interval. And, if I ever hear a doorbell that’s broken and missing its second note like the one in the haiku, I could surely go a minor 3rd down and hum the second note. I also like how this haiku leads to something else, but doesn’t tell what it is. If the doorbell rings, that must mean that someone is there for something, but it’s up to the reader to decide what that is! Liz

     I jump
I fall
              I crash
     Return
          Let’s slip again

over the crowd
the stripper's eyes
look dead
into the distance

Corinne Cullina

          you and I
a ballad of
          the falling
                  autumn leaves

Brian Blankenship (8)

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I chose to write about this haiku because it best exemplifies a haiku using form to mirror content, which is an idea I focused on for my haiku author study. In this haiku, the shape mimics the image the words provide; it is shaped like falling leaves. The idea of falling is also related to the “autumn” feel of the haiku; plants die in autumn, and the falling mirrors this. I also like this haiku because it is an example of a haiku exploring the relationship between man and nature, which is a topic I frequently write about (as seen in my chapbook). Pat

“you and I” was another of my favorites because of the skill with which it was formed. This haiku tastefully presents the reader a visual to accompany the beautiful verse. Natalie

menagerie dove
I evny the flocks
flying south

lying in bed
eyes clenched shut
awake

Elizabeth Braden

drunken phone call
my sister’s stripping
at a myrtle beach bar

ashened glass
parents searching
through fires ablaze

in the calm
winter storm
…her tears run dry

sitting at the baby shower
wishing she
could share her secret

behind Sunday’s best
is a man
who kneels with the Lord

Jamie Devitt

This haiku brings out another side of the Sunday morning church-goer. I like the way it describes the man “behind” the suit he wears. The last line implies that he doesn’t simply wear his suit for show, but he wears it out of respect. Even when he’s not wearing the suit, he is living his life “kneeling” with the Lord. This is the man who is trying to live as Jesus did, not just the man who puts in his hour at church every week and forgets God the rest of the time. He lives one life, not two. Faith

late evening sun
covering the swimming pool
a good book

Elizabeth Braden

little boy
behind the curtain
picks his nose

Corinne Cullina (8)

in the dirt
the stone cherub
dances

Brian Blankenship

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I often find that short haiku are too stilted and boring for me to connect with. Not so with this one. As an atheist, the plethora of angels, crosses, and the like, have generally been shoved down my throat while living in this god fearin country. Every time I see a cherub however, I experience no religious connection whatsoever. They appear to just be a chubby little baby in a diaper, perhaps dressed as a butterfly for Halloween. Through the author’s portrayal I can see this skin toned stone cherub, covered in a layer of dirt, but it’s leaping and twisting position frozen in time. And somehow inside, I just want to right it and clear the dust from it’s smiling face. Traci

“in the dirt” struck my fancy for several reasons. It contrasted the immobility of stone with the fluidity of dance as well as the grace of a cherub with the earthliness of dirt. The poem describes calls attention to a mundane scene, yet manages to impart beauty and wonder to the moment. Natalie

medium lost
distracted
disturbed

buried in blankets
I watch the snow settle
on the sill

Adam Stefo

I really like this haiku because it reminds me of winter mornings as a child. It brings me back to one of the many days that I would wake up and peek out the window hoping for snow (and mainly for school to get cancelled). Although that was the original image it gave me, the haiku goes much deeper than that. The peacefulness of snow settling on the sill is one the greatest parts of this haiku. Parallel that with the warmth you can literally feel with “buried in blankets” and it makes for a really great haiku. Rick

a morning sunbeam
quietly serenades
the sanctuary

Faith Martin

wet skin
slides together
in the darkness

Jamie Devitt

I like this haiku because of it’s suggestive nature. I like how it says so much without saying anything particular. The sound of reading it aloud is very seductive and I like that about it. Alisha

making memories
with apple martinis
     you’ll never remember

Liz Ciaccio

a lone chair
waits for you
in hell

Sara Corso

This haiku is so different. I know that it was paired with that picture, but by itself it works well too. This is one of those haiku that is so hard to touch on why I like it. The first time I read it though, it gave me chills. The third line really brings the whole haiku together because the first two lines aren’t really that special. The last line makes the first two lines seem so much more sinister. I talk a lot about how much I like the element of surprise in haiku and I think that is why I like this one so much. Rachel

half a world away
she whispers my name
I jolt awake

Rachel Cook

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This haiku possesses a strong feeling of being connected despite being “a world away”. One would think being so far away from each other would evoke feelings of loneliness or solitude, but I get a feeling of peace and contentment when I read it. Knowing that his haiku was originally put in the war torn world kukai, I liked how it seemed to stray from that normal feeling of fear and resentment usually associated with war. Elizabeth

I remember this haiku from the “War-Torn World” Matching Contest; it was one of my favorites then, and it still is now. I think this haiku embodies the idea of “kindred spirits”—that possibility that your soul is especially connected to one other person’s. Identical twins are the most obvious example of kindred spirits. I have heard many stories about twins separated at birth being able to feel one another’s pain—or sense one’s death—from thousands of miles away. This haiku does a great job embodying this idea in a universal sort of way. Melanie

smoke and wine
aroma a blue note
from across the bar

Melanie McLay

ocean breeze moves
the palm tree branches
and our beach hats

bitter wind
I watch your footprints
        … disappear

Faith Martin

I like this haiku because I can think of it in two different ways. In one scenario, the couple has had a fight and are giving each other the silent treatment. In the other, I picture a romantic, winter scene where nothing needs to be said – silence is speaking volumes. Allison

walking home
at 6:30 A.M.
in last night’s heels

on my knees
silent teardrops pray
winter moonlight

Faith Martin

passed out on the floor—
even dropping Shakespeare’s Collected Works
can’t wake him

a candy heart
misprinted
“UR INE”

Melanie McLay

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I think I wrote about this haiku before, but I really liked it so I’m going to comment again. I just think it is a creative funny moment. It really would have to be an in the moment find to be funny too. It just wouldn’t have the same effect in the past tense. “Hey guys, I was eating candy hearts today and it was so funny I found one that was supposed to read UR MINE but the M rubbed off so it read URINE, hehehe.” That’s not as funny. Mostly because its not a seriously funny moment but only one of the simple things in life that can make you smile. The fact that it works best in the present tense makes this a good subject and moment for a haiku. Corrine

the captured caterpillar
set free
crawls in circles

Melanie McLay

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I like how representative of reality this haiku is. So many times people get stuck in a bad situation such as the caterpillar is and once they are free from the so-called jar, they keep doing things that aren’t good for them even though they don’t have to. This society has a great tendency to do things repetitiously and I think this haiku does a great job at demonstrating this. Alisha

rain on our faces
breathlessly laughing
soggy shoes

Natalie Perfetti

This haiku is very playful and it makes me think of my younger days. I laugh a little at this haiku because of it’s playfulness. The adjectives used really make this haiku interesting. Alisha

I might have written about this haiku before, but I still love it. It brings out great images of playing in the rain, perhaps even unexpectedly because they are still wearing shoes. Personally, it brings back memories for me because I’ve always loved to play in the rain. When I was about thirteen, we had a huge storm and my sisters wouldn’t go outside with me so I called my best friend and we played outside together, even though she was at her house and I was at mine. The whole time we were on the phone. It was probably not the most intelligent thing to do, but it certainly was a lot of fun. Faith

the water still cold
to our bodies—
summer lake

Pat Steadman

This is my favorite haiku in this entire kukai. I wrote about it before, but I think I’ve grown more attached to this haiku since then. The image created is so alive! It could be about anything, too—two lovers skinny dipping, a group of kids jumping into the lake, or an old couple remembering past excursions at the lake—but at the same time, the haiku isn’t vague at all. As I said in my previous response to this haiku, my favorite part about it is the use of the word “our” in the second line: this haiku isn’t just for the writer; it is something that everyone shares. Melanie

mailed in a shoebox
teardrops salt your cookies
weeks after you’ve gone

Allison Lingren

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puppy waits
just outside
the empty bedroom

Faith Martin

stormy skies
under the rose petal
a ladybug

Melanie McLay (10)

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gazing heavenward
I breathe in
        the sunshine

Faith Martin

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I chose to write about this haiku because it is the best example of a purely imagistic haiku. I imagine a person standing in an open field, even though this is not specified in the haiku itself. The first line creates a feeling of vastness and openness. The sky is blue; there are no clouds in it. The person looks up and just takes in the atmosphere around her. I like how the third line is separated from the rest of the haiku, giving it emphasis. Like the previous haiku, I chose this one to write about because it examines the relationship between man and nature. Pat

sun
on fallen snow
sparkles

Natalie Perfetti

sun-warmed grass
      afternoon nap

summer daisies
adorning
Momma’s dark hair

at the party
I relate to
the fireflies

Pat Steadman

a starless sky
I find my way home
by memory

Melanie McLay

two left feet
I salsa anyway
just to see her smile

Stephanie Dietrich

oak tree
drops a leaf
the balding old man

peaceful waves
remind the city,
of the real world

Corinne Cullina

past the rocks,
the sound of stirring water—
the days lengthen

Natalie Perfetti

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What I like about this one is the aural stimuli it provides. I think about when I used to camp, or walking in a zoo or something and I hear that gentle rush of water past the rocks and seeing that gleam of sunlight catch as each particle passes over the rock. I think of the people who around me, and why I am there with them. It transports me through my memories, not simply to my memory. It is like the context of an event, and because it is so common it is able to stir up many recollections and images from my past.

porcelain angels
count each year
from glass prisons

Brian Blankenship

the last of the blossoms
floating dead
in the flooded ditch

Sara Corso

moonlight
lake water takes my breath
skinny dipping

Rachel Cook

speeding fire truck
sirens blaring
in the pouring rain

Rick Bearce

a rolled down window
talking on the payphone
springtime rain shower

Rick Bearce

I thought this haiku was really well written and moreover, original. You hardly ever see anyone use payphones anymore, becoming obsolete because of cell phones, so this call had special meaning I think. While I’m sure this wasn’t the writer’s intentions, it made me think that it was an international call being placed because I can’t use my cell to call China. The addition of a spring rain shower makes it a more intimate conversation as the cord drips with raindrops but the caller is dry inside his car. Traci

the honor student,
unrecognizable,
at Ozzfest

a child’s painting—
the refrigerator magnet
stuck in the middle

Stephanie Dietrich

the oak and I
sit
—settling dew

Adam Stefo

freshly fallen snow
our silent night
is deafening

Rachel Cook

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I like this haiku because I can think of it in two different ways. In one scenario, the couple has had a fight and are giving each other the silent treatment. In the other, I picture a romantic, winter scene where nothing needs to be said – silence is speaking volumes. Allison

sudden revelation
pulling over the car
to scribble a haiku

seven years old
a Christmas ribbon trail
bright pink go-kart

unreachable light
my four legs
useless

swimming pool
they take the plunge
forever

Elizabeth Braden

heavy rains
in the overflow
a bathing robin

Rick Bearce

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I liked the simplicity of the author’s image here. Heavy rains usually make people apprehensive about going outside. If they have appointments or reservations they will cancel or reschedule because of these little droplets of water. Yet this tiny little bird embraces the water, rejoices in the chance to be a part of it. It is a wonderful idea, I can almost see the robin smiling. There is a light-heartedness that lifts the image beyond the descriptive, and into the active vision of a bird flapping in the puddles. Adam

melting
winter’s ashes
God blooms

alone
in the garden
single bloom

Ryne Inman

soulful breeze
carrying the aqua sky
we start a war

Ryne Inman

as the rain begins to fall,
I turn my face
toward the heavens

Sara Corso

As soon as I read this haiku, my mind immediately went to the scene from “Shawshank Redemption” when the guy finally escapes prison and is free. I love how this haiku brings the person together with nature and makes them one. Rain is such a symbol of rebirth and life. Standing out in the rain simply accepting it for what it is, is such an amazing image in my head. You’re being cleansed from the inside out. And, the fact that the person turns their face up to the sky makes me think they are thanking God for the rain. Liz

last year’s pants
exposing chubby ankles--
new grass tickles

Stephanie Dietrich

     dancing close
through the pinstripe
she feels his salsa

Traci Rapp

your sparkling eyes
fade with the North Star—
jaded

Allison Lingren

truck dies at midnight
not close enough to
an exit ramp and orgasm

Alisha Goebel

I can’t remember if this was on a previous kukai, but if it was then I am ashamed because this is my favorite haiku submitted in this class. It’s got a clear experience tied to it, as opposed to just whimsical words, and haiku that push the limits of acceptable middle class vocabulary and incidents are my favorite reads. It’s a well written thrilling haiku that makes any reader, liberal or otherwise, catch their breath. Because it is in a truck and takes place on a highway, I actually picture an older couple becoming so aroused on a long distance journey that they have to pull over and keep the engine running to stay warm. I also think it’s funny because in order to make their battery die it had to be on for a long time so I think they were having a little trouble, umm, getting things going. Traci

spring evening
my pages flapping
by the open window

Rick Bearce

climbing over
your empty words
to your core

Allison Lingren

This haiku uses imagery and emotion to draw in the reader. The author is approaching someone who has put up walls around himself, never letting anyone too close. This is why the author has to literally “climb over” the words that this person is saying because they are false; simply a part of the fake wall. This is all in order to reach the core, or the real person behind the façade. It is an excellent use of imagery and emotion. Faith

I love how this haiku uses figurative language to really get its point across. They aren’t literally climbing over words, but rather trying to get through those words that don’t really mean anything in order to get to the deeper meaning. I think one of the reasons this haiku really gets to me is because this situation occurs a lot. So many times people just give you BS excuses for things because they are afraid or ashamed to tell you the truth. You have to see through the “empty words” and see what’s really there.

Jerry dies after eating
112 pennies on a dare

Adam Stefo

It may seem unusual that I’m writing about this haiku, but I have a very particular reason. I have a feeling that if this weren’t the final kukai in which the authors get to pick the haiku that get in, this one probably wouldn’t be in here. I happen to know the author and also know that when he wrote this for our kasen, he got a few strange looks. I guess the reason I’m writing about this haiku is because it represents an example of a haiku that people wouldn’t normally appreciate, but the author still likes it and wants it to be known. To me, it’s really important to be able to express yourself and make your work known even if it’s not hugely popular. Granted, the haiku has inherent humor as well. Rick

I know this haiku was originally meant to be more silly than serious, the more I contemplate it, the more I see some depth to it. In its own kooky way, it’s a great example of the fragility of life. Jerry died a preventable death. He could have taken those 112 pennies and, instead of eating them, walked down the street to McDonalds and bought a double cheeseburger to eat instead. It only would have been 107 pennies with tax – Jerry could have lived AND would still have had 5 pennies left over. And even if he’d eaten those, they probably wouldn’t have killed him. Sarah

I’m no rebel
I’m a child
numb

Jamie Devitt

a walk in the woods – surreal
mushroom hunting
with my aging father

felled tree
drowned
in a pool of blossom

Ryne Inman

I also thought this haiku lent itself to beautiful imagery. When one thinks of a tree that has fallen it is easy to automatically begin to think of very depressing, isolated thoughts. This haiku, however, brings a beauty to this trees death that is just breathtaking. When I read the line ‘a pool of blossom’ my mind created the image of thousands upon thousands of cherry blossoms, still very much alive and vibrant, creating a soft cushion to catch the fallen tree. Only certain branches poke out from beneath the bed of blossoms, so you almost wouldn’t know the tree was there. The image of a tree drowning is very neat within itself, but within a bed of blossoms just paints an even more stunning picture. Jamie

picking him for my teammate
torn between winning and losing
strip 8-ball


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