HAIKU DIALOGUE – Childhood Memories – School Days, Family and Friends & Introduction to Resolutions
Childhood Memories & Introduction to Resolutions
Thank you, Guest Editors Zoe & Sherry Grant, for closing out the year with so many wonderful memories of childhood, & now we welcome back Guest Editor John S Green with the concept of Resolutions… please be patient as we move forward with our new presentation of a prompt every other week… thanks, kj
Introduction to Resolutions with Guest Editor John S Green
The start of each year is an opportunity to renew. We humans often make declarations. We write down goals, we resolve to do better, we create targets, we make promises. We also regret last year’s unsuccessful promises. Last year, we may have accomplished a few goals, but others we failed – some ridiculously quickly.
Over the month of January, let’s look at this annual tradition of making resolutions. The success we have had, and the failures also.
next week’s theme: success
This week let’s focus on our victories – our triumphs, small and large. If we managed to lose 5 pounds in 2022, that’s a win. If we wrote a poem a day for the month of April, that’s a feather well deserved. Hey, you organized the junk drawer – take that off your ‘to-do’ list. You climbed that trail all the way to that gorgeous mountain lake – cross that off your bucket list. I look forward to reading your poems.
The deadline is midnight Pacific Standard Time, Saturday January 07, 2023.
Please use the Haiku Dialogue submission form below to enter one or two original unpublished haiku inspired by the week’s theme, and then press Submit to send your entry. (The Submit button will not be available until the Name, Email, and Place of Residence fields are filled in.) With your poem, please include any special formatting requirements & your name & residence as you would like it to appear in the column. A few haiku will be selected for commentary each week. Please note that by submitting, you agree that your work may appear in the column – neither acknowledgment nor acceptance emails will be sent. All communication about the poems that are posted in the column will be added as blog comments.
below is the commentary for School Days, Family & Friends:
This is the fourth and final post (School, Family and Friends) of Haiku Dialogue that Zoe and I guest edit under the theme of Childhood Memories. Happy New Year 2023! Again Zoe has selected many haiku and we both appreciate the precious, even though not always happy memories you have shared with us.
Many thanks to kjmunro and Lori for inviting us to guest edit, as it has been fun not only reading, selecting and commenting on your poems, but also sharing our concerts and ideas of combining various art forms to pave the way to the next Golden Age, despite all the unprecedented challenges we are currently facing.
Zoe and I also hope that you would encourage young children around you to read and write haiku to submit to Haiku Zoo Journal, as well as collaborating for submissions to Raining Rengay, both with delayed first issues because Zoe and I have been busy with Haiku Down Under, International Scriabin 150 Festival and our many online concerts, but should be published online very soon now that we have finished editing Haiku Dialogue! It’s been a very intense 4 weeks for the two of us, but we enjoyed the editing process.
As haiku poets, Zoe and I have grown and learned so much from reading and writing with our friends all over the world in 2021 and 2022 – we feel ever so grateful to be in this amazing global haiku community and now we are starting to make contributions as journal editors and run international rengay gatherings. Make sure you check out Chalk on the Walk Haiku and Chalk on the Walk Monoku, and Zoe’s reading of 250 short form poems at the recent Scriabin festival. You can find Zoe and Sherry’s poetry and music on various social media platforms.
Poetry is powerful and we would love to see everyone in this world writing haiku in their native languages (translated to English) and creating together artistically on a regular basis at home. Zoe and I hope to do world concert tours in the near future so we can come and meet you in person – we were so excited to have spoken with some fellow haiku poets and journal editors during our recent online concerts and music festival!
To warm up our northern hemisphere friends in this cold winter, we offer Zoe’s winning haiku:
snowy night —
the smell of
hot soup雪の夜—
温かいスープの
におい— Zoe Grant (NZ), first prize at 2021 NZPS International Haiku Competition (School/Junior Category), Japanese translation by Hidenori Hiruta (Japan)
Zoe’s comments:
These are very funny school memories. I am the youngest kid at home, so I have always been the shortest and I also remember some boys at kindergarten were not very good at aiming.
old class photo
seated on front row
feet hangingJeff Leong
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
schoolyard rivalry
the boys aim high
on the toilet wallMarilyn Ward
Lincolnshire UK
Mum and dad are our protectors when we are young, but they can also be overprotective sometimes!
first diary
dad’s red pen marks
over misspelled wordsJackie Chou
United States
toy soldiers
my mom
settles the warStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
I used to always cry at kindergarten early in the morning when my mum had to leave, and it took the teachers a long time to calm me down. I enjoyed singing in school choir before Covid, and fortunately I can sing in tune. These days I sing and play flute or piano in my mum’s online concerts.
first grade teacher’s
first task:
wiping tearsCharles Harper
Yokohama
school choir
asks her to sing…
silentlyJan Stretch
Victoria BC Canada
Sherry’s comments:
One of my fondest memories was from primary school. During lunchtime we used to queue up in front of different classmates’ desks because everyone brought extra food to share and each mum specialised in a different type of cuisine, so we ended up enjoying potluck every day! Zoe and I just finished watching the latest musical version of Matilda on TV today so we could imagine when school children have to do what they are told, even at lunchtime.
school intervals —
a mini Indian cuisine
get-togetherLakshmi Iyer
India
hot dog day—
the mustard and ketchup
on my new dressSusan Beth Furst
Fishersville, Virginia
lunch
the kid beside me
with noneLev Hart
Calgary, Canada
school lunchroom
three hundred children
forced into silenceKathleen Cain
Arvada, CO
The following haiku are rather unusual in how straightforward the messages are delivered or how experimental they are in the layout. We normally value “show not tell” in haiku, but it’s refreshing to see poems not quite following the standard rules at times.
to the beach
to the beach
are we there yetKaren Harvey
Pwllheli, North Wales
science class:
“cool planet!”
“far out!”Mark Gilbert
UK
searchingformum’ssmileinthecrowdattheschoolgate
Nick T
Frome, Somerset, UK
This haiku totally warmed my heart. How many treasured paintings created by a budding young artist did their parents keep? I’ve kept a large portion of all four of my kids’ school artworks, even if storage is always an issue. I hope parents or grandparents around the world at least take photos or even write haiku to make them into haiga (like Zoe and I do), which will be such beautiful collaboration across generations. It will further bring the family closer as well as boost the child’s confidence.
first grade folder—
carrying home
her crayon masterpieceBarrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
Finally, my last comment for this Childhood Memories theme. Hope you have enjoyed reading this wonderful collection of memories from around the world in the last 4 weeks and resonate with some of them. Perhaps Zoe and I will return as guest editors with a new theme in the years to come. Who knows?
These haiku about love, relationship, and the way friends grow up together, are memorable. Thank you for all your positive comments and support – I applaud all the poets who have submitted. Let us continue on this never-ending journey of haiku writing together. As haiku poets, we are never alone.
‘bosom friends’ –
uneasy about bosoms
togetherAlice Wanderer
Australia
slumber parties
our same group of six gather
with changing crushesPris Campbell
U.S.
and here are the rest of the selections:
The school bell rings
before I find
a four-leaf cloverCaroline Ridley-Duff
Yorkshire, England
school seesaw
everyone finds
a best friendRuth Hermosa
Gloria, Oriental Mindoro, Philippines
Google lens …
no updates any more
for our friendshipDeborah Karl-Brandt
Bonn, Germany
mountain trip-
me and my dog
lost for two daysVincenzo Adamo
Italy
Mrs. Awady
She opened the world for me
My sixth grade teacherJennifer Gurney
United States
childhood home . . .
each brick resounds father
meditating malkosh(Malkosh is one of the oldest ragas of Hindustani classical music sung at late night.)
Bipasha Majumder (De)
West Bengal, India
grandmama’s butter steak
what does everything else matter?Barbara Gaiardoni
Verona (Italy)
my father’s barn
the night owl
takes flightKatherine E Winnick
Brighton UK
new boy in school
finally the bully
gives me a breakBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois USA
Friday night fish fry –
religiously enjoying
all you can eatBonnie J Scherer
Alaska USA
Justine,
who tried to show me
how to danceSarah Davids
Bedford
airing out a room
father wearing
house slippersDejan Ivanovic
Lazarevac, Serbia
loves loud
listens in silence, the old dog
licks my woundsConnie Pittman Ramsey
United States
at seven
my first sleepover
non-stop gigglingEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
classroom
the clank of radiators
cancels the lessonmarilyn ashbaugh
edwardsburg, Michigan
rushing home
to play romantic music . . .
did he notice me?Alfred Booth
Lyon, France
shadowing grandma
in the kitchen
learning new recipesTuyet Van Do
Australia
after each storm
the whispered prayer
in dad’s voiceNeetu Malik
Pennsylvania, USA
In my brothers hands
Tiny pink plastic pony
Mine no more. BrokenJacqueline Wagner
Montgomery, IL, United States
bedtime story
the three little pigs
trailed away with grandma’s voiceWai Mei Wong
Toronto, Canada
still friends
after fifty years
our laughter deeperHelene Guojah
UK
lunch break
cutting a sandwich in half
for my best friendChristine Villa
USA
Sunday night—
writing our sister’s name
in the ring around the bathTony Williams
Scotland, UK
sneaking cigarettes
we were everything
but grown-upCurt Linderman
Seattle, Washington (USA)
full moon night
i reflect on my mother’s face
seeing me top monthly examsLakshman Bulusu
Princeton, NJ, USA
physics lesson:
chewed over worksheets
bind to the ceilingDavid Cox
Beijing, China
snowball fight–
even favorite teachers
pupils’ targetTeiichi Suzuki
Japan
infant school photo
all the children but me
wearing a smileRobert Kingston
Chelmsford, United Kingdom
baptizing our dog
with a garden hose—
Catholic school girlJulie Bloss Kelsey
Germantown, Maryland, USA
sudden storm
that one day I
walked to schoolDavid Josephsohn
Greensboro, NC
full moon night
my little sister asks for
the cowNisha Raviprasad
India
fancy dress –
i still imitate
my fatherAmoolya Kamalnath
India
sports day sprint
mother cheers for me
in her working uniformKeiko Izawa
Japan
history class
my eyes try very hard
to stay openAkila G
India
maths conference-
I remember miss.smith
who gave me -0- in class testRam Chandran
India
neighbor friends
living in mystery books
in the pre-teen daysGovind Joshi
Dehradun, India
ballet shoes
choreographed childhood
improvised lifeOlinda Ninolakis
Chania, Greece
this New Year
no more red envelope
from granddadChen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
old photo –
is this youngster
my dead father?Nikola Đuretić
Zagreb, Croatia
that shy boy at school
I took under my wing …
still thereNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
schoolmate
her flawless ringlets
wild envyLuciana Moretto
Treviso Italy
Piggyback
A joy ride from my dad’s back
after schoolAine Losauro / Ligaw Makata
Passi, Iloilo Philippines
end of the school day …
the touch of mom’s hand
a fluffy cloudfine della giornata scolastica …
il tocco della mano di mamma
una nuvola sofficeDaniela Misso
Italia
holding
my old master’s kimono
universe expandsSébastien Revon
Ireland
new neighbour
opening the window
mountain sunRicha Sharma
India
after school activities
I catch the crossest nun
sliding on iceMarion Clarke
Warrenpoint, Northern Ireland
unforgettable teacher –
In front of my class
I recognize her voice in mineMaestra inolvidable
Frente a mi clase
reconozco su voz en la míaJulia Guzmán
Córdoba Argentina
forbidden pleasures
we talk in spoonerism
around the bullyArvinder Kaur
Chandigarh, India
Sunday night
doing math together
teddy bear and meSamo Kreutz
Ljubljana, Slovenia
peddling like mad
don’t let go dad…
he already hadTony Harvey
Pwllheli
school desks –
so many hidden laughs
without returnMaria Teresa Sisti
Italia
home from school
trying in vain
to hide the black eyeChristopher Seep
USA
scraping chalk nub
writing five hundred times
“no talking in class”Al Gallia
Louisiana USA
sunny day
student keeps yelling
basketball leagueCrisiel Requiz
Philippines
nun ignores
my cries for help
bullyingRehn Kovacic
Mesa, AZ
grandad’s narratives –
when boisterous moods become
silent fascinationPaul Callus
Malta
math Olympiad medal…
all those poems
I never wroteMaya Daneva
The Netherlands
nine siblings
grandma always
on my sideMeera Rehm
UK
uncle’s visit
high jinks gymnastics
on the back lawnIngrid Baluchi
North Macedonia
evening stroll
with grandpa…
paper fans and toffeeBidyut Prabha Gantayat
Bhubaneswar, India
my favourite teacher
every lesson
full of jokesAnn Rawson
U.K.
Warm milk
and the cheesy smell
of plimsollsVivienne Tregenza
Penzance
in the humdrum
class, the teacher
tells us storiesSreenath
India
rainy day recess
erasing hangman
from the blackboardSeretta Martin
San Diego, CA USA
school recess
the bully challenges
a new kidRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
grooving
with all four
BeatlesRoberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, Iowa
kicked out of class –
me and my ADHD
back in the corridorJonathan Aylett
Liverpool, UK
library rat
my adventures with
Nancy DrewBona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA
sunbeams lighten
a pair in sunglasses laying out
teenage fearsChristina Baumis
United States
wind in the hair –
with the steam train
I reach grandfathervento tra i capelli –
con il treno a vapore
raggiungo il nonnoMaria Teresa Piras
Serrenti – Italy
magic sky
grandfather’s endless legends
of constellationsTsanka Shishkova
Bulgaria
kiddie pool splashing through summer
Susan Burch
Hagerstown, MD
still growing greenbacks from my childhood pear
simonj
UK
bunches of ants
carrying great twig
the village it takes(“It takes a village to raise a child” is a proverb that means that an entire community of people must provide for and interact positively with children for those children to experience and grow in a safe and healthy environment.)
Jerome Berglund
United States
namesake friend
we shared a school desk
in the hunger yearsChrista Pandey
Austin, Texas, USA
along the stump
picked the first mushrooms
with DadLjiljana Dobra
Croatia
her raincoat
for my long journey home
a wet teachernjena kabanica
za moj dugi put kući
pokisla učiteljicaZdenka Mlinar
Croatia
high school sports class
girls all choose tennis
… handsome new coachwanda amos
Old Bar, Australia
autumn glaze
daylight retreats
on Anna andEleanor Dean
Massachusetts, United States
chicks, puppies
and bunnies
evening choresSusan Farner
USA
early dismissal
snow dancing
in the bus linePat Davis
Concord, NH USA
five seven five
count on visiting poet
give lives to haikuJames Penha
Bali, Indonesia
school day
half song
gets full applauseDaya Bhat
India
chosen again
to clean the chalk board
teachers petRebecca Kolstad
Rochester, NY
a million butterflies
flutter in my stomach
show and tellLouise Hopewell
Australia
compass at work . . .
dates of the world war
inscribed on every deskKavitha Sreeraj
India
first day of school
a new friend breaks
my shellRavi Kiran
India
class pauses
a chalk eraser finds
the noisy oneJoevit Prado
Philippines
whistle stop
the berry tree near
the school gateMinal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India
schoolgirls
arrive on a trisha
I watch with envyChristina Chin
Malaysia
giving no quarter
to be first in queue
sticky tuck shopKrishna Palle
Chennai
Child’s laughter echoes
Brings love, light, and happiness
Heart is again fullLindsay Goldsmith
Belgium
strict mom
extra cookie from pa with
finger on the lipsVishnu Kapoor
Chennai, India
grown up overnight
mom said I am going to be
a big sisterVandana Parashar
India
post lunch . . .
the white board full of
unlinked numbersAadithya Sreeraj
Hyderabad, India
school over—
rushing home
to my pet’s licksNeena Singh
India
school museum
my wooden rank –
an exhibitStoianka Boianova
Bulgaria
first day of school
the teacher’s nose
yea bigTomislav Sjekloća
Cetinje, Montenegro
reading poetry
for the nuns
forgetting my linesMargaret Mahony
Australia
mythical robot
battery-powered
planet of childhoodMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
in the dim light
of a kerosene lamp
ammijaan’s stories(i called my grandmother ammijaan (ammi: mother and jaan: both life and beloved)
Firdaus Parvez
India
first day to school
the trail of my footprints
with my sisterChittaluri Satyanarayana
Hyderabad, India
our games
became our reality
plastic army menMark Scott
Hardwick, Vermont
window bench
the joy of building
castles in the airNitu Yumnam
India
yellowed pages
in my locker-
granny’s blessings on son’s birthdayPriti Khullar
India
sisterhood
knowing every kid
in our made-up townLaurie Greer
Washington DC
snow fort
sister and I finally
on the same sideSarah E. Metzler
USA
old friends
laughter lines in
the same placesLori Kiefer
London U.K.
Present
With circle of friends
On attendance list.Ferdinand Bajado
Laguna, Philippines
childhood hero-
my father fixed all my toys
with duco cementRuth Happel
Tennessee, USA
flute class
ah! the candy store
covered with icingMircea Moldovan
România
Rejected from troupe
she abhorred
her dark skin till her lastShalinee Tripathi
Kerala, India
books in plain jackets
safe and sound
in the tree houseCaroline Giles Banks
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
sock puppets—
the small boy mimics
the fatherMona Bedi
Delhi, India
winter afternoon
we create a dance
to keep legs warm(We went to school before girls were allowed to wear pants; we had to wear dresses and we were never excused from recess.)
Nancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
in the same bench
two friends
class philosophersu istoj klupi
dvojica prijatelja
razredni filozofiZrinko Šimunić
Croatia
At boarding school
the weekly airmail letter
only from DaddyJenny Shepherd
London, UK
waiting for a turn
on the playground bird’s nest swing
school pecking orderSari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY, USA
unconditional hugs–
the family friends
we call “aunt” and “uncle”Cynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
tug of braids
secret whispers
friendship beginsKathleen Mazurowski
Chicago, IL
school friends
from beginning
to endCarol Reynolds
Australia
new baby–
I tell them I want
a brother insteadRuth Holzer
Herndon, Virginia
Three sisters three brothers
A mom and grand mom
Papa leading the chargeSudha Devi Nayak
India
our shared room
I mostly stay on my side
of the tape lineKimberly Kuchar
Austin, Texas
school days
if only bullies
love studying moreAJ. Anwar
Jakarta, Indonesia
childhood pal
always on adventure
my squire and Ikawan masa kecil
selalu berpetualang
pendampingku dan akuChristopher Calvin
Kota Mojokerto, Indonesia
half-day Wednesdays
our free afternoons
of what if….Lorraine A Padden
San Diego, CA USA
exam hall…
over the silence of bent heads
whirr of fansVidya Shankar
India
rainforest
a line of creeping yellow
raincoatsMaurice Nevile
Canberra, Australia
running race —
a row
of soiled buttocksDaipayan Nair
Silchar, India
my brother’s
jealousy–
a headless babydollAllison Douglas-Tourner
Victoria, BC Canada
first transitor radio
I tune to every station
in the universeRon C. Moss
Tasmania, Australia
childish pranks
the gentle rebuke
from mum’s eyesMirela Brailean
Romania
school janitor
the welcoming flutter
of a butterflyAngelo Ancheta
Philippines
A 13th December night – candle lights in windows -.
crying for my dad back(In 1981 on 13th December Martial State was introduced in Poland. Many people were arrested and kept imprisoned by the government for months.)
Małgorzata Borzeszkowska
Poland
closed park…
a flock of sparrows
playing hopscotchFlorin C. Ciobica
Romania
wet panties
schoolgirl terrified
by geography classDubravka Šćukanec
Hrvatska
tamarind candy
my bestie and I
share secretssanjuktaa asopa
Belgaum, India
school bell’s echo
a swirl of red leaves
enters the gateSeby Ciobica
Romania
first day of school
my teddy bear key chain
all eyes and earsCristina Valeria Apetrei
Romania
German lessons
“Hände hoch!” and “Kaputt!!”
keep running through my headBakhtiyar Amini
Germany
childhood winds –
in my mother’s arms
I was safeMaria Tosti
Perugia – ITALY
school choir
on the window
birdsongSlobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia
amusing mother
with our secrets …
sleep overMadhuri Pillai
Australia
grand-maman —
forever a part
of my heartLinda Ludwig
Inverness, Florida
P.E.
daily morning runs—
chronic tardinessLorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo
Bombon, Philippines
Wrapping notebooks-
last minute decor
on the eve of reopeningSanthoshi Valli
India
drive-in movie
a bag of popcorn dances
across the screenTerri French
US
playing guitar
with the boy next door on a breadboard
with nailed stringsGuido De Pelsmaeker
België (Holsbeek)
class reunion
less hair, more weight and wrinkles
though same laughterKirsten Ge
Germany
remembering
the search for friends
school photoC.X.Turner
United Kingdom
home’s sound…
grandpa’s calloused
vocal chordsBittor Duce Zubillaga
Basque Country
only old auntie from Brazil
spotted a gift
in my dancing feetCristina Povero
Italy
best friend—
she beat me in maths
all the timeRupa Anand
New Delhi, India
School bazaar
musical chairs to win cakeJoan Leotta
USA
in summer evenings
mother’s songs with the guitar-
in memoryGordana Kurtović
Croatia
eldest daughter
dad used to wake me up
every morningfiglia maggiore
papà mi svegliava
ogni mattinaAngiola Inglese
Rapallo-Italy
summer’s end
the darkness of
the firefly jarJohn Pappas
USA
snow globe
a child on the outside
looking inValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
long walk home
with classmates –
after school gossipSangita Kalarickal
United States
first loss
losing my marbles
in the school playgroundTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
childhood romance
we hold hands during
story hourMargie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA
his eyes
river color…
serene as its namei suoi occhi
colore del fiume…
serena come il suo nomeGiuliana Ravaglia
Bologna (Italy)
after horse ride…
coned butterscotch
on the groundNairithi Konduru (Age 8 years)
India
new year’s eve
impromptu sisters’ meeting
noticing how we’ve grownElla Aboutboul
West Sussex, UK
detention
I conjure a snow storm
of chalk dust…Adele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
our pockets
rattling with stones …
beach walk with dadAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
perfect posture and diction
…in unison…
Good Morning, Miss McElroy!Holly Brennan
Bedford, MA
coffee with grandma
she lets me drink
decafKerry J Heckman
Seattle, WA
the bell rings
recess is over
the last in lineron scully
Burien WA
assassination
in awe of a man weeping
my sixth grade teacherMike Stinson
Nebraska USA
my mother and dog
on the house threshold –
the first day at schoolGordana Vlašić
Croatia
time flies quick
as a flick of my wrist
playing jacks with friendsClaire Vogel Camargo
USA
class double-act
tethered as one by a length of string
then as nowHelen Buckingham
United Kingdom
teacher asks me
to lead story time
early readerJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona USA
roadside fruit stand
Dad’s hard bargaining
spoils the strawberriesTim Cremin
Massachusetts
after auntie —
pastel crayons
for the wolfJonathan Epstein
USA
Oma’s kind eyes
twinkled when we walked
without talkingHerb Goldsmith
Bastrop TX
basement fort
friends flash-lighting
starburst tonguesRichard L. Matta
San Diego, California USA
dust motes
in a ray of sunlight
my first poemKath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California
ice cream with two spoons
my 13 year old best friend
the cherry on topMarcia Burton
Salt Spring Island, Canada
learning our ABCs
the first love note slipped
into his satchelMona Iordan
Romania
merciful sky –
relying on the stars
before school examsLuisa Santoro
Rome, Italy
never without
friends to play with–
neighborhood dogsStephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA
next to our alley
a six foot wind blown drift
I build a snow fortSigrid Saradunn
Bar Harbor, Maine
mango fragrance
on grandma’s fingers
toothless grinJyotsna Are
India
Guest Editor Sherry Grant is a Taiwanese-born New Zealand classical concert pianist, cellist, poet, author, translator and festival organiser. Since 2021 she and her youngest daughter Zoe have been promoting short form poetry by co-editing several journals, presenting at haiku conferences and organising poetry workshops. As a musician, Sherry plays online concerts regularly and in her recent North American concert tour she also shared her poems during recitals. Sherry is a well published haiku/cherita/rengay poet. Her rengay written with Alan Peat (UK) won the first prize at the 2021 Otoroshi Rengay Contest. Sherry also enjoys writing longer rhymed poems and plans to publish several poetry books and chapbooks in the near future, including 300 love poems written for her favourite composer Alexander Scriabin, in 3 volumes.
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Guest Editor Zoe Grant, a well-published 8-year-old haiku poet from New Zealand, is the co-author and illustrator of Bat Girl, written in 2020 when she was 6 years old. Her haiku won the first prize at the 2021 NZPS International Haiku Competition (School/Junior) and she is the co-editor of Chalk on the Walk Haiku, Chalk on the Walk Monoku, Haiku Zoo Journal and Raining Rengay. Zoe enjoys drawing, singing, ballet and writing poetry. She co-hosts the International Rengay Gatherings with her mother Sherry Grant twice a year. This daughter-mother duo plans to go on concert tours to share their poetry and music with the world. Zoe shared 250 short form poems by 250 poets at the 3-day online International Scriabin 150 Festival in November 2022. She plans to do poetry podcasts in the near future. Follow Zoe’s projects at www.linktr.ee/zoe.grant.
Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. A novice haiku poet, she lives in New York City.
Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at: kjmunro1560.wordpress.com.
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Quite a haul! My favourite is Maya Daneva’s : math Olympyiad medal/ ll those poems/ I never wrote. Here in England, the Prime Minister, Rishi Sunak has announced he would like all students to study maths until the age of 18. As both my late husband (a Professor of Literature) and I were poor at maths and lived quite well without practising it beyond basic adding up and balancing the cheque book, I feel I must rummage in my wardrobe and find the T shirt bearing the slogan “Another day without using High School algebra’,
Who said haiku/senryu ought not to be about politics? I want one of those T shirts!
Another fantastic selection, thanks Sherry and Zoe for inspiring such poignant memories, whether written though a child’s eyes or from the perspective of time. Many highlights, but I particularly enjoyed Olinda Ninolakis’:-
ballet shoes
choreographed childhood
improvised life
and Mike Stinson’s:-
assassination
in awe of a man weeping
my sixth grade teacher
chosen again
to clean the chalk board
teachers pet
Rebecca Kolstad
Rochester, NY
Rebecca’s gave me both pause and a laugh—teacher’s pet…or perhaps the day’s troublemaker?
And of course, thanks to the Grants for their patience and perspicacity!
Very interesting memories… Thank you dear Zoe and dear Sherry for your work and choosing my haiku for this week’s post.
Thank you Sherry and Zoe for your beautiful series and for your effort. Thank you for placing my haiku in these collections. It has been a pleasure to share childhood memories with authors from different parts of the world. Gratitude, always, to Kathy, Lori and the Haiku Foundation.
Thank you Zoe and Sherry for all your work on this insightful series of themes.
Thank you Sherry & Zoe and to the many poets – the selection brings back many memories and smiles.
I am so grateful to Sherry and Zoe Grant for these weeks of childhood memories and including my poems among them. I feel privileged to have read so many poems that sparked deep meaning and memory. It’ll be hard to get out of them and back to the present, but I trust John to do just that!
Thanks also to kj, Lori, and the Haiku Foundation for making Wednesdays a highlight of my week.
Thank you Sherry and Zoe for your wonderful series. It’s been a pleasure to look back and remember the good and the bad, delighted to be included. Enjoyed every week.
Thank-you Zoe and Sherry for selecting my haiku this week for publication. The two of you have done a fine job on the serie of columns on “childhood”. Also, thank-you to Kathy, Lori, and the Haiku Foundation. Congrats to all the poets. Welcome John !!
I would like to congratulate Guest Editors Sherry & Zoe Grant for an excellent job performed with love and dedication. Thank you for including my haiku in this selection. Well done to all who took part/are featured here.
Thank you Sherry and Zoe for this outstanding series on childhood themes., including the gift of your personal commentaries. I write frequently on nostalgic themes in my own practice and found a place for my voice here. You have unleashed a treasure chest of memory and feeling from contributing poets. Gratefully, Barrie 🙋🏻♀️
Delighted to feature in The Haiku Foundation’s Haiku Dialogue today: week’s theme: School Days, Family and Friends.
My gratitude to Guest Editors Sherry Grant & Zoe Grant for selecting my haiku written on this week’s prompt: so many wonderful memories of childhood… Zoe
I will not say goodbye to Sherry and Zoe: we would meet again! Congratulations to all writers! My thanks also to Kathy, Lori, and the Haiku Foundation.
Congratulations to all the poets. So many resonated with me. I guess that means that some childhood memories, both positive and negative, are universal. The traumas especially linger on, or maybe just mine. I particularly understood this with Jan Stretch ‘s choir experience. I always sing in the key of Off, and I now have a friend who stands with me whenever we have to sing so that we can sing without criticism. She actually was told to sing silently just like Jan, and it still hurts. Thanks Jan for your poignant haiku, and to Zoe and Sherry for sharing it. Valentina ‘s snow globe haiku, too, made an impression as the world inside always looked perfect, much better than the reality of slush and dirty snow (of the real world). So many others and I will have to read them more thoroughly throughout the week.
This childhood memories series has been phenomenal. I have enjoyed each week’s haiku and thoughtful commentary from Sherry and Zoe. Thanks to them, KJ, Lori, and the staff for making this happen week after week. Good luck John as you take over now.
Thank you Sherry and Zoe for including my haiku here. This weekly Haiku Dialogue is a highlight of my Wednesdays. I have enjoyed your guest editing of childhood themes. Welcome back John. These four haiku stand out for me this week:
This one is special and I received positive feedback myself this week from two former students and it is so rewarding the legacy of our special teachers.
unforgettable teacher –
In front of my class
I recognize her voice in mine
Maestra inolvidable
Frente a mi clase
reconozco su voz en la mía
Julia Guzmán
Córdoba Argentina
This one I love and can hear the calloused vocal chords and put me in my mind of opera singer Maria “Callas” and the word “calloused.”
home’s sound…
grandpa’s calloused
vocal chords
Bittor Duce Zubillaga
This one I appreciate some humor overlaid with the seriousness with which a child takes such loss.
first loss
losing my marbles
in the school playground
Tracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
Basque Country
This reminds of a pandemic scene and I love the image.
closed park…
a flock of sparrows
playing hopscotch
Florin C. Ciobica
Romania