In Japan, haiku are traditionally short poems focused on the natural world and our place in it. This being America, we like to take tradition, dip it in batter, fry it up and serve it on a stick. This year, haiku entries of all flavors came pouring in from middle and high schoolers, inmates and apostrophe abusers. It was difficult to narrow down the nearly 3,000 haiku we received, but our commitment to art demanded nothing less. Our favorites in each category will receive a $20 gift certificate from Gold Street Caffè, a gift certificate for $15 to Yoga Now, a $10 cert from Pin It Up Hair Studio, $10 worth of pie from Pizza 9, two movie passes to Guild Cinema and an authentic (and classy) Alibi bottle opener key chain! Winners can pick up their loot at our headquarters (413 Central SE) Monday through Friday, 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., or e-mail haiku@alibi.com to make other arrangements. We do not deliver. Thanks to our judges Jessica Cassyle Carr, Marisa Demarco, Adam Fox, Molly Lindsay, Laura Marrich, John Millington and Ilene Style for their discerning tastes. And a very sincere thanks to all of the entrants. Having to read thousands of fun, weird and moving poems ain’t a bad gig.
The Winners
Best Traditional Haikusunflowers openlike verbs, hummingbird hangs, afeathered green comma—Danny SolisBest Haiku About the Undeadon Easter Sundaymy five year old child exclaimed"Jesus! A zombie!"—Todd EddyBest Haiku About the RecessionI have no teacherFor AP Economy,APS is broke.—Beth WrightBest Haiku That’s Also a JingleI love my iPhoneI can sit on the toiletAnd let loose a tweet.—Joe BlackBest Haiku About Michael JacksonMore than his musicMichael was the first Black manTo walk on the moon—Hakim BellamyBest Haiku About SopaipillasNew Mexico mealsend when we lick the honeyoff our fingertips.—Ann McGinleyBest Nursery Rhyme HaikuOld Mother HubbardLiving in the South ValleyMakes bomb burritos.—Charles GravinaBest Haiku About DirtDetroit roach ice cubes.Brooklyn chicken bone sidewalks.Burque dirt on toast.—Emily SeveranceBest Haiku About CryptidsAch, Wild Haggis.Ahv no’ sen the wee beastie,bit ye smell ‘im ’round![translation from the Scottish:Ah, Wild Haggis.I’ve never seen the creature,yet its fragrance looms.]—Jordan GanzBest Miscellaneous HaikuThat man standing there,He has a lot of keys. Must be the janitor.—Brandon Chapman
Room For More: Other Favorites
TraditionalAnticipationParched life holds its breath—waitingSmell of desert rain—Larry ElmoreA dust cloud blows byCrickets and wind chimes emergeBeneath restless sky.—Joel KurzawaThe UndeadMy little toe is smallMy big toe is a zombieMy other toes are scared—Jonathan Coriz, Desert Ridge Middle SchoolCrunchy and stiffHand punching out of the groundFingers breaking off.—Grace RoffHow zombies despairmarching on Capital Hill.No brains anywhere!—Jordan GanzRecessionThis whole recesssion,I’ve been thinking, "and I thought Detroit sucked BEFORE."—Chris ChapinAlso a JingleIf ever you wantTo paper your new bird cageAlibi works well—Joe BlackAlternative sourceAll your news, views, and the Don.Weekly Alibi—Rich NewmanMattress Firm. Where it’sEasy to get a crappyBed. Wow! Twist ending!—Bella PoriMichael JacksonNot Until He DiedDid I Really Sit And Appreciate "Earth Song"—Laurel ButlerThis man dances goodBut he likes to grab his groinI think something is wrong! —Carlos Montano, Desert Ridge Middle SchoolBefore his death I’dAlways assumed the aliensLoaned him to us —Hakim Bellamy[Editor’s note: Not 5-7-5, but too good not to include.]SopaipillasWarm cotton battingUnraveling in my mouthRibbons of honey—Lauren C. TeffeauI can’t take you home,You just don’t keep very well.Like my poetry.—Patrick HibbardSanta Fe Santa:Christmas gifts of red and green,sopaipilla sack. —Jordan GanzNursery RhymesNursery rhymes areFun when you’re young but as youAge they get freaky—Mary FarrahLiving in a shoeThe old lady with the kidsRhythm method sucks—Joe BlackI hate nursery rhymesJack should jump over a cliffNot a candlestick.—Chad Smith, Desert Ridge Middle SchoolDirtWhat to say of dirt?Does Old Dirty Bastard countin a dirt haiku?—Jordan Ganzgossip’s sad appealis that other people’s dirtmakes us feel cleaner—Jeffrey D. MillerDank and full I hopeMy compost draws out richnessI love rotted beets —Kristen SandovalCryptidsYou ate my puppySo don’t pretend you’re not realBad chupacabra!—Hope EckertYeti supports planof public health care—its lackabominable—Emily SeveranceNew status update.Mothman lives in Point Pleasant. We’re friends on Facebook.—Sue McGilpinMiscellaneousHaikus are so lame,they never make any sense,refrigerator. —Christina Barajaswaiting for my cathis conspicuous absenceproves most difficult—Micheal Henry LeeToddler hell-bent ondestruction and suicide.Also likes Elmo.—Holly Hargrove