Haiku Kukai 7 Favorites

Global Haiku • Millikin University • Spring 2019

sturdy and erect
branching towards the sky
healthy oak

Mason Bruce (10)

palm sunday
with soft hands
she picks at my calluses

Whitley Sapp (8)

mom plants a flower—
in grandpa’s
old boot

Whitley Sapp (9)

I enjoyed the image of this haiku, but I also thought the story told here was really sweet. The mother wanted to remember her father in a meaningful way, so she planted a flower in his old boot. It’s interesting because she’s bringing life to something that belonged to someone who is likely dead, based on the context. I think this is a really sweet remembrance because it’s clear the grandpa was a hard-working man, and he likely wore those boot every day until they gave out, or he did. Either way, it is something that was very close to him, and she is repurposing them as a reminder of him and his life. Jakob Cihak, Spring 2019

circle of friends
pecking at the ground
robins gotta eat

Mason Bruce (5)

early morning sunrise
tangled in sheets
entwined with you

Amanda Bivens (9)

after a long day
coming home to you
our brand new house

Amanda Bivens

I like this haiku because you can see a clear image of this couple and situation. I imagine a couple who have finally moved in together. They both work a lot and once they get home and see each other everything is worth it in their new house together. Rene Sanchez, Spring 2019

driving on back roads
getting lost . . .
in your eyes

Amanda Bivens

I like this one because I can feel myself in the passenger seat with the music blasting wind blowing in my hair driving down the back roads before the corn gets too high. And I can imagine myself looking over at the person driving and them looking at me at the same time then you just connecting with their eyes and letting everything going on around us just disappearing. Daryann Birt, Spring 2019

a frank and a Budweiser
on a warm summer’s day
Wrigleyville

Mason Bruce (9)

I like this haiku because it describes the summer time. It made me think of the times I went to watch the Sox’s play. I pictured a nice warm day with the sun out and the peanut guy walking around trying to get to everybody. Rene Sanchez, Spring 2019

weeping willow:
sister swings alone
in the garden

palms pressed together—
she teaches me
the 7 chakras

Ariya Hawkins (6)

neverending rainbow
brings her all the way
to the parade

radiant beams
coming from the smile
of the broken

long hair
chopped off—
her power comes from elsewhere

Ariya Hawkins (12)

I really love this haiku. My mother-in-law has been battling final-stage breast cancer for a few years now, and started using an experimental form of chemotherapy last winter that made her lose her hair. After she started losing big clumps, she finally went and had it all cut off so she would stop clogging her shower drain and eliminate the need to call a plumber (she ended up having to call a plumber the same day, by the way). Although she felt terrible about losing her hair and felt ugly without it, she did gain a new power from within. I offered to chop my hair off too, but she forbade it. Amanda Bivens, Spring 2019

This haiku has a powerful message behind it, and I think it speaks volumes to the empowerment of women. Women are often expected to carry about this certain idealistic image emphasizing beauty as a symbol of power. However, as times have progressed, and women have become more empowered in our society, beauty is no longer a woman’s only source of power. Women are doctors, lawyers, CEOs, etc. they don’t have to be models to be known in this world anymore. I think this haiku empowers women to utilize the tools accessible to them to achieve power in our society, and they no longer have to abide by the laws of beauty to attain it. Jakob Cihak, Spring 2019

moonflower . . .
her smile
through purple lipstick

photo ID
the only time my life
is at rest

night train
in my head
making all the stops

picture frame
of us
glass shattered

Julia Peterson

This haiku makes me wonder about the context. Was it knocked down by accident, or was it thrown in a fit of rage? I imagine a woman walking by a table where the picture frame is sitting and catching the corner with her hip, just as I often do. The frame falls to the floor and shatters, and her first instinct is to pick it up. As she examines it, she feels a sharp pain of sadness because maybe things aren't going well with her significant other pictured. Or maybe it's a parent who is now deceased. Either way, I feel sadness when I read this haiku. Amanda Bivens, Spring 2019

black cherry
merlot
white carpet

Julia Peterson (7)

high wind advisory
the pine leans
against a friend

running again
the smell of rain
fills the air

Benjamin Woodcock

This was one of my favorite haiku and I even wrote something very similar to this. I would say that the theme of this poem is comfort. For me, I find comfort in working out. The first line of running again makes me believe this person needs extra comfort and has been running to find that. The second line about the smell of rain filling the air also represents a comfortable feeling that surrounds the runner, like a big hug. Rain symbolizes new beginnings and the growth of new life. Maybe this person is growing and running to find a new version of themselves or running for answers about their own. Breana Bagley, Spring 2019

I simply love this haiku because I adore the fresh smell of rain. There isn’t much to describe it other than a cool, fresh smell which brings about and carries all of aromas of nature. Personally, I like when it rains, and this is a great reason why. The author of this haiku appears not to like the rain very much because it seems they are running away from it. They are likely running for cover as to not get wet, but they miss out on the humbling experience of getting a little wet on mother’s natures terms. Jakob Cihak, Spring 2019

 

rusty pine needles
litter the forest floor
a new beginning

Jakob Cihak (5)

mindless activities
grass stain
on her shorts

scattered memories
moss covered bricks
hide beneath the leaves

the lovers walk
through the meadow
can't find themselves

the
 glass slipper
does             n’t fit

Evan Chastain (7)

the medals
can’t bring
my friends back

Evan Chastain (10)

This one made me generally sad. I thought of my childhood bedroom with all my medals for participation and then swimming competitions. It reminded me that along the way I've lost a lot of those friendships, just because we grew apart. Julia Peterson, Spring 2019

closet full of
clothes
but nothing to wear

Emily Reeves (10)

I like this haiku because I can relate to it. I can have a big event coming up and be looking in my closet looking for the perfect outfit to wear but think I have nothing to wear because I don't think its the perfect outfit for the event. Daryann Birt, Spring 2019

mom's purse
definitely a
magician's hat

Emily Reeves (11)

This was such a funny, light-hearted, and relatable haiku. As we have said in class many times before, we tend to like the poems that we can relate most to, whether they are sad, funny, or happy. Most people can have a memory of their mother, sister, girlfriend, or really any female, pulling the most ridiculous but handy, item out of their purse. From band-aids, dry shampoo, snacks and more, the women always have it all. I like the comparison between the purse and magician's hat. The mother and magicians are then compared to have the same skills while using different objects to assert those skills. Overall, very well written and I enjoyed that it was different than what we usually write. Breana Bagley, Spring 2019

I really enjoyed this haiku because it reminded me of my grandmother. Growing up. My grandmother would take my older brother and I to movies and parks on the weekends, and whenever we needed anything, she ALWAYS had it in her purse. Snacks, scissors, even a cup for water, she had everything! We would say she was like Mary Poppins when Mary took an entire lamp out of her bag. It was amazing how much she kept in there. Grace Ruddell, Spring 2019

4 AM
rain beating the pavement
I lie in bed wide awake

the songbird sings
on the branch
the funeral

Evan Chastain

This haiku has some very interesting symbolic meaning attached to it. In my family, when people die we like to believe that certain they use living creatures to communicate messages with us (i.e. my great-grandfather is always presented as a large fly). The fact that this is a songbird brings a sense of optimism despite the loss. When I picture the songbird, I imagine that whoever it is that's passed on is trying to connect to the living through this bird. I don't necessarily know if the person has been reincarnated and taken on the form of this bird, but I find it quite interesting. Ariya Hawkins, Spring 2019

she grows curious . . .
I fidget with the cord
my favorite crystal necklace

everyone moves to the dancefloor
when the DJ plays
the Macarena

Emily Reeves (6)

fresh Sharpie
my protest sign
scent of permanence

Ariya Hawkins (10)

I enjoyed this haiku because of the use of the word, "permanence." It sets the haiku in your mind permanently as well as making a statement that the words on the sign are a permanent thought. It is a smart use of the word, especially pairing it with the word "Sharpie." All these words used together is such a smart way to construct a haiku on protesting. Connor Mendenhall, Spring 2019

young woman screams
her friend lying
face down in concrete

spotted by
the snake
we both retreat

downpour
the car turns into
a cart filled parking stall

Senioritis
here’s to the best nights
we don’t remember

post-grad gunfire
fifty years later . . .
"Vietnam Vet" baseball cap

unfazed by
a strong breeze
the Bronze Man

Benjamin Woodcock (5)

I enjoyed this haiku because of a possible double meaning behind it. Similar to the Bronze Man, the author could feel as if nothing can phase him or wish to come across as this way. The word choice in this haiku helps create this reading of the haiku. The personification of the Bronze Man being unphased is a play on the fact that there is no possible way he could be phased. I enjoyed this playful hint. Mikaela Vuglar, Spring 2019

heavy thunderstorm
sitting in my car
at peace

Benjamin Woodcock

I love the rain. It has the ability to stop human time. Life's stressors can be halted by a heavy downpour. I find comfort in situations like this—being sheltered, with chaos all around. If the rain doesn't let up, you may end up running from the car to wherever; but, for now it's just you enjoying the moment. Whitley Sapp, Spring 2019

Easter cookies
tempt me from the middle aisle
protein bars around the corner

pleading for peace
— white house fence —
LBJ enjoys smoked brisket

tangled lovers
like an unused puppet's
strings

Connor Mendenhall (7)

 

 

 

 

Japanese rifle on wall mount
wondering
who died

Connor Mendenhall (4)

getting a present
one that’s not gift wrapped
a fastball down the middle

unsure how you feel . . .
while I am
see-through

dancing in the dark
no one watching
my underwhelming moves

pulling the cord
turning over the engine
a 40 horse Johnson

the cinema
only place I want to experience
war

six weeks to go
add another shot . . .
of espresso

Mikaela Vuglar (11)

I have a coffee addiction problem so this haiku relates to me on a very high level. I go through days where I have so much going on that I can't imagine making it through the rest of the day without more coffee and how adding that extra shot of espresso will make all the difference in keeping me going longer through the day. Daryann Birt, Spring 2019

I felt this one related to school and where all of us are at in classes right now. I thought it was funny. Julia Peterson, Spring 2019

a hearse
pulling up behind me
at the drive thru

Mikaela Vuglar (9)

I liked this haiku because of the oddness it has within it. You immediately want a story to go along with it to find out all the details. I just imagine someone looking back to see a hearse, and instantly become confused on why they are there. It starts out grim with the mention of the hearse and pulling up behind them. Then, the drive thru lightened the mood and became a comical environment. It was a complete flip of feeling and environment with just the one line. I do want to know why they thought driving a hearse to a drive thru was a good idea. It just is so unusual and becomes funny as you imagine it. Evan Chastain, Spring 2019

I was not expecting this haiku to go the way it did. This hilarious story of trying to get, lets say McDonalds, and all of a sudden a hearse pulls up behind. I’m curious if this hearse was currently being used or if the driver was getting food after the service. I really love the structure of this haiku and how it leaves you guessing with each line. The first line sets up the image, making me think of something totally different. The last line was a silly surprise to me and I really like that it caught me off guard. Grace Ruddell, Spring 2019

her head held high
to keep the crown
from tilting

ninja training
a boy
with a stick

Whitley Sapp (8)

This haiku created the cutest image for me. I imagine the author is either reminiscing on his childhood or is simply an observer in this situation. The boy within the haiku, could be imagining himself in a dojo in Japan, training amongst the finest ninjas in all of the land but comes to just to be in his backyard with a stick. This is how I pictured it anyway. Mikaela Vuglar, Spring 2019

the neighbor's orange tabby
a quick turn—
to lick its own belly

Whitley Sapp (5)

candelabra
working a midnight
jigsaw muzzle

I hold my cup of coffee
close to me
cold rainy morning

the little boy salutes
the veteran . . .
in the passing hearse

Emily Reeves (10)

boulder
resisting the urge
to call her

boots on
ready to dance
the night away

light purple bud
breaching the surface
the crocus bloom

Jakob Cihak (7)

calloused hands
dad blows the sawdust
off the table

Whitley Sapp (8)

weekend visit
her bag explodes
across my clean floor

Jakob Cihak (11)

thursday migraine
in bed
all day long

perched
a hawk searches below
for breakfast

candle flicker
lipstick stain on the rim
of a coffee mug

coffee is needed
how many shots
of espresso?

Daryann Birt (6)

New Year’s Eve:
my kiss
tastes like moscato

alone at lunch
once again . . .
outsiders

closed casket,
for all but immediate family . . .
closure

Mikaela Vuglar

Response: I like this haiku because of the sense of closure that comes with it. I am someone that needs closure in life. When my dad passed away, we knew that it was coming. He decided that he wanted to be cremated, so there was no casket at either the visitation or funeral. He chose this because of his battle with cancer. The cancer caused him to look like a completely different person than what he was. He did not want people seeing him that way because that was not who he was. He also didn't want to upset people and have them remember him when he was in that state. There was closure for me and my family because we got to see him one last time before he was cremated. Everyone else just got to remember him from their memories, but I got to see him one last time. I will never forget that moment, but I will also never forget who he was before the cancer. I like this haiku because I love when a family is allowed to have closure on such a sad time in life. No one should ever have that feeling of not having closure because it is an awful feeling. I love this haiku because it reminds me of the closure that I have experienced in life. Emily Reeves, Spring 2019

the father trying
his best
once missing     now found

mom prom
screenshots of disco jumpsuit
bright lavender

Ariya Hawkins (8)

like the ocean
drinks slosh from left to right
fellas on the left—ladies on the right

Breana Bagley (10)

a blonde and a brunette
enter a bar      always remember
make friends with the bartender

Breana Bagley (8)

I’ll have my usual
Vodka-Cran with a side of
unworthy men repellent

Breana Bagley (15)

Even with being a male I can relate to this haiku. Vodka Cran is the premier drink of females around a college campus and terrible pickup lines follow suit. For most, going to the bars means enjoying a few beverages and intermingling between sexes. I like the humor and realness that this haiku emits. It’s direct and to the point showing the female side of going out for an evening. Mason Bruce, Spring 2019

growing old together
where the wind blows
twins

even the driver
turns to see
the hawk

sweet and sassy
Miss Independent
fake ring on her wedding finger

Breana Bagley

I love this haiku, because I can immediately picture a funny little girl wearing a fake wedding ring! I see a young girl (maybe six or seven years old), who already knows how to talk back, strut on a make-believe catwalk, and play to her hearts content imagining that she's years older than she actually is. The fact that her title is "Miss Independent" shows that she is fairly self-sufficient, and shows that despite her age she is proud to be her own young lady. To see the "fake ring on her wedding finger" is a reminder that while she may think that she's ready for love, marriage, and perhaps even a family, that she is far from prepared for it.  Ariya Hawkins, Spring 2019

the ex that just won’t go away
there with his girl
his best friend with me

the female professor
mocks my classmate's knee-length skirt
. . . I stew in my seat

Ariya Hawkins (8)

acrowdedspaceanintorvert’sworstnightmare

Benjamin Woodcock (11)

Response: I like this haiku because I love how it makes you feel exactly like you are in that situation. When you read this haiku, you can feel the crowdedness of being in a large crowd. It seems overwhelming. Being an introvert, I completely understand the panic and anxiousness of being in a large crowd. I feel trapped and claustrophobic and just want to get out of it as soon as possible. That is how this haiku makes you feel. I like the layout of the haiku because it's not only the wording that makes you feel panicked, but its also the layout of the haiku. There being no spaces between the words especially makes it look crowded and I think it was a nice touch. Overall, I liked this haiku because it was interesting, unique, and made me really feel what the point of the haiku was about. Emily Reeves, Spring 2019

artwork
from elementary school
still hung on the fridge

Emily Reeves

I like this haiku because I can relate to this perfectly. I envisioned my fridge at home with all the artwork projects I have made for my mom since I was eight years old. She tends to hang on to everything because I am her only kid and cherish the gifts, even if they are ten years old. Rene Sanchez, Spring 2019

backroad driving
windows down
hair flying

Daryann Birt

This was also one that I liked a lot due to the memory aspect but I also enjoyed how the author really used the readers' senses. In my high school years, the most fun thing to do on a Friday night was to drive in all of the guy friends' trucks, in the corn fields. They always like the windows open but I secretly despised the hair flying part. As for the sense used, backroad driving is a visual of the setting. Immediately you think of gravel, dirt, and maybe some corn. The windows down bring the feeling of touch; the wind blowing on your arm. For the ladies, hair flying and the feeling of being slapped in the face with it. Breana Bagley, Spring 2019

warm spring day
planting flowers
with mom

swing and a miss
before strike 3
homerun

Daryann Birt (4)

drafted in 1968
with my best friend
only I made it home

my reflection
in the mirror
my scars

Emily Reeves (5)

walking past your
hometown friend
as you leave the battlefield

 

 

 

 

falling in love
with
his bride

Evan Chastain (7)

I enjoyed the twist at the end of this haiku. When we discussed it in class, I saw how this could be a sweet haiku, saying that the groom is falling in love with his bride. I read it as a friend of the groom or secret admirer of the bride was attending the wedding. Unfortunate really. Mikaela Vuglar, Spring 2019

mouse           trCHEESEap

Evan Chastain (9)

the cold rain
falling
on the headstone

gunshots
ringing in my head
. . . 20 years later

Daryann Birt (10)

undressing
I close my eyes
to not sneak a peek

midnight gas station
when will the silence
stop     between us

Grace Ruddell (8)

not yet apart
but the space   grows
BIGGER

Grace Ruddell (7)

This haiku makes me think about the slow demise of a relationship. Things aren't good and haven't been for a while, but nobody is ready to call it quits just yet. Perhaps both parties even know that it is in their best interest to move on, but they are waiting it out, anyway. Maybe they are still trying to make things work and get back to the place that they once were before things went sour. I imagine that they are both even still holding on to the people that they once were, trying to get a glimpse here and there or what it felt like before this new reality set in. Amanda Bivens, Spring 2019

This was one of my favorite haiku from Kukai 7. This is a very open-ended haiku because you could connect many emotions, thoughts, and ideas. There really isn’t a desired outcome that the author was trying to prove or point out. The reason that I found this so interesting was the space in the second line. The pause shows emotion and allows for an emphasis on the last line or syllable. With this interpretation of the haiku I read it as a couple becoming more distant in their relationship. They are still in the same space together but the conversation and spark between the two is slowly starting to fade. Mason Bruce, Spring 2019

 

sirens blaring
parade to celebrate
Memorial Day

packing away possessions
belonging to the woman
called home

Amanda Bivens (6)

I imagine an old prairie home with this haiku. I can see a daughter and son packing up their mother's former belongings now that she has passed away. It is interesting how "woman" and "home" can be paired together. The woman, their mother, was their home. Now that they are removing her possessions and ultimately their house, it feels like a permanent removal of their mother. Connor Mendenhall, Spring 2019

Most people talked about this one reflecting the life of a dead relative or wife but this one took me back to my breakup. After everything had happened, a bunch of her things were still at my place and I needed to give them back. It reminded me of the moment when I was searching my place for everything and noticing all the things that made her her. The type of makeup wipes she used or the clumps of her hair in her hairbrush. All very specific things that shape the image of what she is and what she was. Grace Ruddell, Spring 2019

the piano keys engage
the mouse scurries
from within

heels on the tile
make it stop
new email

the screen door slams
for the very last time
. . . moving day

Amanda Bivens

I loved this one, because I am soon to be moving out of my last undergraduate house and we have a screen door. It is such a bittersweet feeling. Julia Peterson, Spring 2019

tin man
lonely
never had a heart

Julia Peterson (8)

out of town . . .
she feels
left out

I prefer
your warmth
and no blanket

Evan Chastain (7)

I tend to be someone that can get cold easily but when I do if I'm with my boyfriend I use him because he is like a heater rather than a blanket because most of the time Ill be warmer with him than I will with a blanket. Daryann Birt, Spring 2019

cat toys litter the floor
she chases
a roll of toilet paper

bird’s eye view
the ants play
beach volleyball

Jakob Cihak (7)

reaching for
the last piece of bacon
she smirks

Jakob Cihak (8)

snow falls
in April
“how much longer”

squirrel running
on power lines
my tv flickers

Evan Chastain (9)

As for this haiku I enjoyed it because of the humor associated with it. I live on the west end of town and my dog loves to bark and chase the squirrels around the house. Most of which end up running on the powerlines and jumping from tree to tree. The concept behind this haiku is not to deceive the reader. I think it is just to bring a smile to your face and make you think of your childhood thinking back to those silly squirrels. Mason Bruce, Spring 2019

green traffic light
a sign
to go explore

cold hands
drag across
a car door opening

easy evening
she dances
along the way

Grace Ruddell (5)

April morning
the front door
won’t lock anymore

Grace Ruddell (7)

America’s favorite pastime
beer and a hot dog
on opening day

Mason Bruce (10)

Response: I really like this haiku because I am a huge baseball fan. When I think of baseball, I think of being at a stadium. There are people all around me drinking and eating food and just enjoying the atmosphere and the game. Opening day is one of the best days of the year because that means baseball season is back and it is a really fun time. When you think of baseball, you think of beer and hotdog. I love how you automatically assume that this haiku is about baseball even though the author never actually says that it is about baseball. I really like this haiku because it also reminds me of all the fun times that I had at baseball games with my family and friends. Emily Reeves, Spring 2019

dark and ominous
I find myself once again
in the corner

a forgotten toy
becomes new again . . .
garage sale

Mikaela Vuglar (11)

I thought of the movie Toy Story when I imagined this and how they went to a new owner in Toy Story 3. Even though that wasn’t how they changed owners, it made me humanize the toys and create a scene of the transition for the toys and the owner. I imagined the child finishing the toys and becoming excited about the new toys to play with. It was seeing something old as new, and not that it is worn and used. I saw it as an optimistic view of a child and how everything is interesting and can be twisted in a way to have fun. Evan Chastain, Spring 2019

I really like this haiku. I imagine it as the child who owns the toy sees it for sale, then wants to play with it again. Or, maybe he or she is just bored during the garage sale, so they find joy in an old toy to pass the time. Whitley Sapp, Spring 2019

lilly pads plop          as the frog slips

sunny Sunday
skipping rocks
on the lake

grandma's house
homemade
everything

Julia Peterson (9)

vet returns home
to a new babygirl
only sees death

always something
to sing about
the birds

open windows
invite the spring breeze—
the cat basks in morning sun

old friends
discussing religion
common grounds

Benjamin Woodcock (7)

in a bird's nest
hungry
waiting waiting waiting

dozing off
squeaky windshield wiper
brings me back

a million books on the shelf
the one i choose
            suicide prevention

late night
wondering what else . . .
is flammable

Mikaela Vuglar (7)

Valentine’s card
no match
for a lighter

Breana Bagley (12)

This haiku brings in a pleasant moment of surprise. At first reading this, I was hesitant to keep reading because I thought it was going to be another "forever alone" Valentine's Day haiku. But, the addition of the final line brings in a different story on this Valentine's Day. I am curious if the Valentine's Day card came from someone they didn't want to get one, an ex, their mother? Whoever it came from, the author was not happy about it. Connor Mendenhall, Spring 2019

Spring day
turns into a winter’s night
snow covering the pool cover

pushing paint
across a fresh canvas
the colors of war

the string of lights
leads you to me
Merchant Street

 

 

 

 

 

mother wraps me in her coat
the smell of
cigarettes

Whitley Sapp (8)

soggy newspaper
a grade school teacher's
obituary

Whitley Sapp (8)

I imagine a young student sobbing over his deceased teacher's obituary. This student was probably given the news by a parent that morning, and the student likely knew the teacher fairly well. I imagine that this parent handed their child the newspaper so that they could read the obituary on their own for a little while in private. I can see the child's tears starting to drip onto the newspaper, and eventually the longer they hold it, the more intense the crying becomes until it turns into sobbing. This haiku allows the reader to observe a death from a child's perspective. Whether this young student loved their teacher or strongly disliked them, the teacher was still a person that they saw every day (and likely cared about the teacher too). Ariya Hawkins, Spring 2019

kiddie pool
on a hot summer day
for adults?

Evan Chastain (9)

the winy wind blows
he grabs my hand
once more

crawdad on
his bandaged fingers
one claw missing

he changes his plans
for me
midnight Walmart rush

Grace Ruddell (8)

cauliflower crust
cheese and spinach
a good pizza

Grace Ruddell (4)

Fairview parking lot
I sit in my silence
next to her grief

Grace Ruddell (10)

hiding scars
under the lace
of my wedding dress

Mikaela Vuglar (8)

I like how the author uses a symbol like a wedding dress to hide scars on a woman. I think of the scars being more hypothetical than real. I imagine someone who has been cheated on, lost a loved one, or another type of incident when trying to find someone to love and the wedding dress is the symbol of her finding love. The dress is like a victory over those scars, and her fantasy is finally fulfilled. It can be seen as sad, but I had an optimistic view about this. I thought of all the scars that she carries from life have no been covered by this special moment for her. Like I said, I saw it as victory for her and enjoying her special day. Evan Chastain, Spring 2019

muddy paw prints
on my carpet
. . . that's not mud

Amanda Bivens (8)

rainy day
canvas shoes      no umbrella
hot mess

Amanda Bivens (5)

longneck bottles
the waitress
smiles back

Whitley Sapp (7)

last coffee date
no more
common grounds

Mikaela Vuglar (10)

triangles
mom slices my
cheese toastie

Whitley Sapp (9)

Taco Bell
our Dead Poet's Society
cave

the mild sauce packet
drenching the beef and cheese
dollar-twenty-nine

rice, beans, and cheese
spilling from my burrito
should have grabbed a spork

fall from glory
the nacho
evades his mouth

Benjamin Woodcock (5)

cheesy beef
a chubby kid
at taco bell

eating with friends
whatever happened to
the taco bell chihuahua?

Amanda Bivens (5)

missing his mouth
the young man apologizes
drippy cheese chin

Ariya Hawkins

This seems like a first date haiku to me. Nerves are high, and both sides are careful not to scare the other off. The tension is broken by the young man's clumsiness. The perspective seems like a 3rd-party observer, which is interesting. Whitley Sapp, Spring 2019

mild hot sauce
because I’m
hot enough

Grace Ruddell (10)

rock and roll music
she drops a sauce packet
“it’s a secret”

six sit at the bar
painting the chalupa
with cheese

Taco Bell
I've gotta Baja Blast . . .
to the bathroom

Ariya Hawkins (14)

blue minivan
too weak
to close the door

 

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