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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Please use the Haiku Dialogue submission form below to enter one or two original unpublished haiku inspired by the week’s theme, and then press Submit to send your entry.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


— 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 hanging

Jeff Leong
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia


schoolyard rivalry
the boys aim high
on the toilet wall

Marilyn 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 words

Jackie Chou
United States


toy soldiers
my mom
settles the war

Stephen 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 tears

Charles Harper


school choir
asks her to sing…

Jan 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

Lakshmi Iyer


hot dog day—
the mustard and ketchup
on my new dress

Susan Beth Furst
Fishersville, Virginia


the kid beside me
with none

Lev Hart
Calgary, Canada


school lunchroom
three hundred children
forced into silence

Kathleen 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 yet

Karen Harvey
Pwllheli, North Wales


science class:
“cool planet!”
“far out!”

Mark Gilbert



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 masterpiece

Barrie 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

Alice Wanderer


slumber parties
our same group of six gather
with changing crushes

Pris Campbell

and here are the rest of the selections:

The school bell rings
before I find
a four-leaf clover

Caroline Ridley-Duff
Yorkshire, England


school seesaw
everyone finds
a best friend

Ruth Hermosa
Gloria, Oriental Mindoro, Philippines


Google lens …
no updates any more
for our friendship

Deborah Karl-Brandt
Bonn, Germany


mountain trip-
me and my dog
lost for two days

Vincenzo Adamo


Mrs. Awady
She opened the world for me
My sixth grade teacher

Jennifer 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 flight

Katherine E Winnick
Brighton UK


new boy in school
finally the bully
gives me a break

Bryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois USA


Friday night fish fry –
religiously enjoying
all you can eat

Bonnie J Scherer
Alaska USA


who tried to show me
how to dance

Sarah Davids


airing out a room
father wearing
house slippers

Dejan Ivanovic
Lazarevac, Serbia


loves loud
listens in silence, the old dog
licks my wounds

Connie Pittman Ramsey
United States


at seven
my first sleepover
non-stop giggling

Eavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA


the clank of radiators
cancels the lesson

marilyn ashbaugh
edwardsburg, Michigan


rushing home
to play romantic music . . .
did he notice me?

Alfred Booth
Lyon, France


shadowing grandma
in the kitchen
learning new recipes

Tuyet Van Do


after each storm
the whispered prayer
in dad’s voice

Neetu Malik
Pennsylvania, USA


In my brothers hands
Tiny pink plastic pony
Mine no more. Broken

Jacqueline Wagner
Montgomery, IL, United States


bedtime story
the three little pigs
trailed away with grandma’s voice

Wai Mei Wong
Toronto, Canada


still friends
after fifty years
our laughter deeper

Helene Guojah


lunch break
cutting a sandwich in half
for my best friend

Christine Villa


Sunday night—
writing our sister’s name
in the ring around the bath

Tony Williams
Scotland, UK


sneaking cigarettes
we were everything
but grown-up

Curt Linderman
Seattle, Washington (USA)


full moon night
i reflect on my mother’s face
seeing me top monthly exams

Lakshman Bulusu
Princeton, NJ, USA


physics lesson:
chewed over worksheets
bind to the ceiling

David Cox
Beijing, China


snowball fight–
even favorite teachers
pupils’ target

Teiichi Suzuki


infant school photo
all the children but me
wearing a smile

Robert Kingston
Chelmsford, United Kingdom


baptizing our dog
with a garden hose—
Catholic school girl

Julie Bloss Kelsey
Germantown, Maryland, USA


sudden storm
that one day I
walked to school

David Josephsohn
Greensboro, NC


full moon night
my little sister asks for
the cow

Nisha Raviprasad


fancy dress –
i still imitate
my father

Amoolya Kamalnath


sports day sprint
mother cheers for me
in her working uniform

Keiko Izawa


history class
my eyes try very hard
to stay open

Akila G


maths conference-
I remember miss.smith
who gave me -0- in class test

Ram Chandran


neighbor friends
living in mystery books
in the pre-teen days

Govind Joshi
Dehradun, India


ballet shoes
choreographed childhood
improvised life

Olinda Ninolakis
Chania, Greece


this New Year
no more red envelope
from granddad

Chen 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 there

Natalia Kuznetsova


her flawless ringlets
wild envy

Luciana Moretto
Treviso Italy


A joy ride from my dad’s back
after school

Aine Losauro / Ligaw Makata
Passi, Iloilo Philippines


end of the school day …
the touch of mom’s hand
a fluffy cloud

fine della giornata scolastica …
il tocco della mano di mamma
una nuvola soffice

Daniela Misso


my old master’s kimono
universe expands

Sébastien Revon


new neighbour
opening the window
mountain sun

Richa Sharma


after school activities
I catch the crossest nun
sliding on ice

Marion Clarke
Warrenpoint, Northern Ireland


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


forbidden pleasures
we talk in spoonerism
around the bully

Arvinder Kaur
Chandigarh, India


Sunday night
doing math together
teddy bear and me

Samo Kreutz
Ljubljana, Slovenia


peddling like mad
don’t let go dad…
he already had

Tony Harvey


school desks –
so many hidden laughs
without return

Maria Teresa Sisti


home from school
trying in vain
to hide the black eye

Christopher Seep


scraping chalk nub
writing five hundred times
“no talking in class”

Al Gallia
Louisiana USA


sunny day
student keeps yelling
basketball league

Crisiel Requiz


nun ignores
my cries for help

Rehn Kovacic
Mesa, AZ


grandad’s narratives –
when boisterous moods become
silent fascination

Paul Callus


math Olympiad medal…
all those poems
I never wrote

Maya Daneva
The Netherlands


nine siblings
grandma always
on my side

Meera Rehm


uncle’s visit
high jinks gymnastics
on the back lawn

Ingrid Baluchi
North Macedonia


evening stroll
with grandpa…
paper fans and toffee

Bidyut Prabha Gantayat
Bhubaneswar, India


my favourite teacher
every lesson
full of jokes

Ann Rawson


Warm milk
and the cheesy smell
of plimsolls

Vivienne Tregenza


in the humdrum
class, the teacher
tells us stories



rainy day recess
erasing hangman
from the blackboard

Seretta Martin
San Diego, CA USA


school recess
the bully challenges
a new kid

Richard Straw
Cary, North Carolina


with all four

Roberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, Iowa


kicked out of class –
me and my ADHD
back in the corridor

Jonathan Aylett
Liverpool, UK


library rat
my adventures with
Nancy Drew

Bona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA


sunbeams lighten
a pair in sunglasses laying out
teenage fears

Christina Baumis
United States


wind in the hair –
with the steam train
I reach grandfather

vento tra i capelli –
con il treno a vapore
raggiungo il nonno

Maria Teresa Piras
Serrenti – Italy


magic sky
grandfather’s endless legends
of constellations

Tsanka Shishkova


kiddie pool splashing through summer

Susan Burch
Hagerstown, MD


still growing greenbacks from my childhood pear



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 years

Christa Pandey
Austin, Texas, USA


along the stump
picked the first mushrooms
with Dad

Ljiljana Dobra


her raincoat
for my long journey home
a wet teacher

njena kabanica
za moj dugi put kući
pokisla učiteljica

Zdenka Mlinar


high school sports class
girls all choose tennis
… handsome new coach

wanda amos
Old Bar, Australia


autumn glaze
daylight retreats
on Anna and

Eleanor Dean
Massachusetts, United States


chicks, puppies
and bunnies
evening chores

Susan Farner


early dismissal
snow dancing
in the bus line

Pat Davis
Concord, NH USA


five seven five
count on visiting poet
give lives to haiku

James Penha
Bali, Indonesia


school day
half song
gets full applause

Daya Bhat


chosen again
to clean the chalk board
teachers pet

Rebecca Kolstad
Rochester, NY


a million butterflies
flutter in my stomach
show and tell

Louise Hopewell


compass at work . . .
dates of the world war
inscribed on every desk

Kavitha Sreeraj


first day of school
a new friend breaks
my shell

Ravi Kiran


class pauses
a chalk eraser finds
the noisy one

Joevit Prado


whistle stop
the berry tree near
the school gate

Minal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India


arrive on a trisha
I watch with envy

Christina Chin


giving no quarter
to be first in queue
sticky tuck shop

Krishna Palle


Child’s laughter echoes
Brings love, light, and happiness
Heart is again full

Lindsay Goldsmith


strict mom
extra cookie from pa with
finger on the lips

Vishnu Kapoor
Chennai, India


grown up overnight
mom said I am going to be
a big sister

Vandana Parashar


post lunch . . .
the white board full of
unlinked numbers

Aadithya Sreeraj
Hyderabad, India


school over—
rushing home
to my pet’s licks

Neena Singh


school museum
my wooden rank –
an exhibit

Stoianka Boianova


first day of school
the teacher’s nose
yea big

Tomislav Sjekloća
Cetinje, Montenegro


reading poetry
for the nuns
forgetting my lines

Margaret Mahony


mythical robot
planet of childhood

Minko Tanev


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


first day to school
the trail of my footprints
with my sister

Chittaluri Satyanarayana
Hyderabad, India


our games
became our reality
plastic army men

Mark Scott
Hardwick, Vermont


window bench
the joy of building
castles in the air

Nitu Yumnam


yellowed pages
in my locker-
granny’s blessings on son’s birthday

Priti Khullar


knowing every kid
in our made-up town

Laurie Greer
Washington DC


snow fort
sister and I finally
on the same side

Sarah E. Metzler


old friends
laughter lines in
the same places

Lori Kiefer
London U.K.


With circle of friends
On attendance list.

Ferdinand Bajado
Laguna, Philippines


childhood hero-
my father fixed all my toys
with duco cement

Ruth Happel
Tennessee, USA


flute class
ah! the candy store
covered with icing

Mircea Moldovan


Rejected from troupe
she abhorred
her dark skin till her last

Shalinee Tripathi
Kerala, India


books in plain jackets
safe and sound
in the tree house

Caroline Giles Banks
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA


sock puppets—
the small boy mimics
the father

Mona 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 philosophers

u istoj klupi
dvojica prijatelja
razredni filozofi

Zrinko Šimunić


At boarding school
the weekly airmail letter
only from Daddy

Jenny Shepherd
London, UK


waiting for a turn
on the playground bird’s nest swing
school pecking order

Sari 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 begins

Kathleen Mazurowski
Chicago, IL


school friends
from beginning
to end

Carol Reynolds


new baby–
I tell them I want
a brother instead

Ruth Holzer
Herndon, Virginia


Three sisters three brothers
A mom and grand mom
Papa leading the charge

Sudha Devi Nayak


our shared room
I mostly stay on my side
of the tape line

Kimberly Kuchar
Austin, Texas


school days
if only bullies
love studying more

AJ. Anwar
Jakarta, Indonesia


childhood pal
always on adventure
my squire and I

kawan masa kecil
selalu berpetualang
pendampingku dan aku

Christopher 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 fans

Vidya Shankar


a line of creeping yellow

Maurice Nevile
Canberra, Australia


running race —
a row
of soiled buttocks

Daipayan Nair
Silchar, India


my brother’s
a headless babydoll

Allison Douglas-Tourner
Victoria, BC Canada


first transitor radio
I tune to every station
in the universe

Ron C. Moss
Tasmania, Australia


childish pranks
the gentle rebuke
from mum’s eyes

Mirela Brailean


school janitor
the welcoming flutter
of a butterfly

Angelo Ancheta


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


closed park…
a flock of sparrows
playing hopscotch

Florin C. Ciobica


wet panties
schoolgirl terrified
by geography class

Dubravka Šćukanec


tamarind candy
my bestie and I
share secrets

sanjuktaa asopa
Belgaum, India


school bell’s echo
a swirl of red leaves
enters the gate

Seby Ciobica


first day of school
my teddy bear key chain
all eyes and ears

Cristina Valeria Apetrei


German lessons
“Hände hoch!” and “Kaputt!!”
keep running through my head

Bakhtiyar Amini


childhood winds –
in my mother’s arms
I was safe

Maria Tosti
Perugia – ITALY


school choir
on the window

Slobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia


amusing mother
with our secrets …
sleep over

Madhuri Pillai


grand-maman —
forever a part
of my heart

Linda Ludwig
Inverness, Florida


daily morning runs—
chronic tardiness

Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo
Bombon, Philippines


Wrapping notebooks-
last minute decor
on the eve of reopening

Santhoshi Valli


drive-in movie
a bag of popcorn dances
across the screen

Terri French


playing guitar
with the boy next door on a breadboard
with nailed strings

Guido De Pelsmaeker
België (Holsbeek)


class reunion
less hair, more weight and wrinkles
though same laughter

Kirsten Ge


the search for friends
school photo

United Kingdom


home’s sound…
grandpa’s calloused
vocal chords

Bittor Duce Zubillaga
Basque Country


only old auntie from Brazil
spotted a gift
in my dancing feet

Cristina Povero


best friend—
she beat me in maths
all the time

Rupa Anand
New Delhi, India


School bazaar
musical chairs to win cake

Joan Leotta


in summer evenings
mother’s songs with the guitar-
in memory

Gordana Kurtović


eldest daughter
dad used to wake me up
every morning

figlia maggiore
papà mi svegliava
ogni mattina

Angiola Inglese


summer’s end
the darkness of
the firefly jar

John Pappas


snow globe
a child on the outside
looking in

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA


long walk home
with classmates –
after school gossip

Sangita Kalarickal
United States


first loss
losing my marbles
in the school playground

Tracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK


childhood romance
we hold hands during
story hour

Margie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA


his eyes
river color…
serene as its name

i suoi occhi
colore del fiume…
serena come il suo nome

Giuliana Ravaglia
Bologna (Italy)


after horse ride…
coned butterscotch
on the ground

Nairithi Konduru (Age 8 years)


new year’s eve
impromptu sisters’ meeting
noticing how we’ve grown

Ella Aboutboul
West Sussex, UK


I conjure a snow storm
of chalk dust…

Adele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut


our pockets
rattling with stones …
beach walk with dad

Annie Wilson
Shropshire, UK


perfect posture and diction
…in unison…
Good Morning, Miss McElroy!

Holly Brennan
Bedford, MA


coffee with grandma
she lets me drink

Kerry J Heckman
Seattle, WA


the bell rings
recess is over
the last in line

ron scully
Burien WA


in awe of a man weeping
my sixth grade teacher

Mike Stinson
Nebraska USA


my mother and dog
on the house threshold –
the first day at school

Gordana Vlašić


time flies quick
as a flick of my wrist
playing jacks with friends

Claire Vogel Camargo


class double-act
tethered as one by a length of string
then as now

Helen Buckingham
United Kingdom


teacher asks me
to lead story time
early reader

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona USA


roadside fruit stand
Dad’s hard bargaining
spoils the strawberries

Tim Cremin


after auntie —
pastel crayons
for the wolf

Jonathan Epstein


Oma’s kind eyes
twinkled when we walked
without talking

Herb Goldsmith
Bastrop TX


basement fort
friends flash-lighting
starburst tongues

Richard L. Matta
San Diego, California USA


dust motes
in a ray of sunlight
my first poem

Kath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California


ice cream with two spoons
my 13 year old best friend
the cherry on top

Marcia Burton
Salt Spring Island, Canada


learning our ABCs
the first love note slipped
into his satchel

Mona Iordan


merciful sky –
relying on the stars
before school exams

Luisa Santoro
Rome, Italy


never without
friends to play with–
neighborhood dogs

Stephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA


next to our alley
a six foot wind blown drift
I build a snow fort

Sigrid Saradunn
Bar Harbor, Maine


mango fragrance
on grandma’s fingers
toothless grin

Jyotsna Are


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

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  1. 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’,

  2. 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:-

    in awe of a man weeping
    my sixth grade teacher

  3. 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!

  4. Very interesting memories… Thank you dear Zoe and dear Sherry for your work and choosing my haiku for this week’s post.

  5. 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.

  6. Thank you Sherry & Zoe and to the many poets – the selection brings back many memories and smiles.

  7. 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.

  8. 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.

  9. 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 !!

  10. 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.

  11. 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 🙋🏻‍♀️

  12. 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.

  13. 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.

  14. 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

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