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::Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
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After announcingour yearly haiku contest,mail and comments rained.It seems many thinkthat one must know Japaneseto write a haiku.It’s true: Our lettersystems are vastly different,our alphabets too.Japanese: symbolsthat represent thoughts. English:words’ meaning ingrained.In the West we saysyllables are what to count.In Japan it’s on .Other rules applyin Japanese haiku, too.But here’s the great thing:Writers of Englishhave developed their own styleand sense of timing.This is our 19 th annual haiku contest,and talent’s been honed.High school classes toveteran poets all senttheir offerings in.Whether a novice,or you’re a professional,a good choice: haiku.Hundreds of poems,turned in yearly, is a signwe’ve made something new.Thanks to all who played" Alibi Haiku" contest.Those listed here win.
Skyler always thoughtWalter could not hurt a flyNow she knows better.(Luann Wolfe)How many chem nerdshave bought a Winnebagoand tried to cook meth?(Elena Maietta)The new guv breaks bad,saves money by cutting jobs.No more incentives.(Steve Bishop)
Dew point is 40!I’ve never been so sweaty!I hate you AC!(Jason Roach)Why do fireworkssurround me to celebratethe state up in flames?(Jessica Mills)Where does a man go?Swept way down an arroyoin New Mexico.(RK Grubbs)
impossible tricksthe dryer vent is block-edsocks always escape(Becky Ramotowski)The greatest missionin the Star-Trek universe:move out of mom’s house.(Jordan Ganz)Android irisesdilate as day fades to night.The third moon waxes.(Tommi Tejeda)
blinking police lightreflections echoing offthe rain-slicked highway(Richard Fye)I was just movingmy car, it’s fine, I swear—NoWait … Please don’t shoot me.(Andrea Greenlee)Her gun aimed steadyhis bloodshot approach despitefour commands to stop(Sidney Childress)
The flower ripples—pond waves burst into blossom,and the frog stays still.(Chris Martinez)Early snow like smokedrifts up the hill while aspenignite the valley.(Kelly Yenser)A buck the colorof the slash it stands in stillstartles a hunter.(Kelly Yenser)
My pen, her paper.My ink between her blank lines.Our thoughts between words.(Kerry Bridges)on knees mesa headrusty trailer wind tinklescorduroy imprints(Rachel Satz)Whipped cream slowly meltsleaving a trail sticky sweatfor my tongue to find.(David Bowes)
The Frontier sweet rollswims in butter on my plate—ecstasy awaits.(Ray Tokuda)Pillows from Heaven,Soft white clouds absorb flavor,Japanese Tofu.(Jared Charley)Fat, Greasy, Cheap FoodWeird taste, Stinky, Rude workers,It is McDonald’s.(Michael Montoya)
The day approacheswhere you will have to decide:pirate, or ninja?(Peter Cornelius)sold your baseball cardsleft your telescope outsidedamn your memory(Rachel Satz)Hitler was the manWho took the Chaplin mustacheAnd made it evil.(Lynn Ambrosino)