Global Haiku • Spring 2010
Dr. Randy Brooks

Haiku

by
Grant Dartman

“Like Miyagi, Randy trains his grasshoppers.”

Reader's Introduction

Grant’s haiku…where to begin? Some are funny, ironic, biting, while others are hit the reader deep in the heart and paint the mind with vibrant images. I remember in class Grant would always talk about he didn’t like his style, how he wanted to be “more serious.” I never understood this: Grant’s haiku seemed effortless to me, and that was something that I had always yearned to have in my style! Grant’s haiku are the ones that I wish I could write: nothing is superfluous and the words strike the reader immediately. He’s always stretching himself, seeking out new subjects and forms, and for that, his haiku are extremely commendable and a pleasure to read. I can always count on his haiku to make me laugh or make me see the world around me in a new way. —Susie Wirthlin

drowning in a
sea of light
Icarus

Under the Knife,
I dream of
Never waking

S
k
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s
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a
P
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r
s
C o r n f i e l d s

in a maze,
the corn
stalks me

backwards read
if sense makes
only this

from shaking earth
and brown soil
a violet

gasping for air
a grown woman
sucks her thumb

all I can think
about is PB&J . . .
Pass The Bowl

Athlete stuck in
his glory days...
wheelchair.

pool with the boys,
soon to be
my best men

all the birds flew west,
and migrated right over
my car

O u t  O
         f
x       T
o B e h

Fiery free-fall from
the world trade center…
Dad?

she tries to dream.
father enters . . .
nightmare

watching the sky
with my lover . . .
I’m on cloud 9

Flamingo Hotel
gambling away
his doctorate

watching clouds
lying in blades of grass
I’m a ninja

IsReal,
battleground for religions,
also my heart