Global Haiku • Summer 2024
Dr. Randy Brooks

Summer School

by
Tara Becker

 It’s not about the fact that this was a summer course. My work, while it came from a summer course, is best reflected by the title. Summer School is experiences all occurring in around a month, each real, and personal to me. They, like any haiku, are open to interpretation. I would love for you to guess and tell me what you think it is, because I will never tell. I only hope you can find Summer School as fun to read as I did to write and curate. Each haiku was picked for their uniqueness. No two are completely similar in a way. What they all have in common? You ask? They read that that part of an early 2000’s summer movie that makes you want to skip to the good part; i.e. summer school.

vacation photos
flood my Instagram
as I sit at work

muscles sore
from long weekends . . .
mountains moved

phone call with a friend
hours feel
like minutes

take the meds
ice the head
still in pain

him in one room
I in mine
crickets scream between us

everywhere I look
all I see is flags
yet they do not wave back

Alt+Shift+K
the kill switch
sleep peacefully computer

some run
to clear their minds
mine keeps pace

snow cones
a kaledidoscope of colors\
stains my face

straightening up
the flowers placed
on the dead baby's grave