no. 455

On these broken streets,

The cracks swallow dreams and blood—

We pedal for peace.

~ Guillermo Delgado

IMG_4070

haiku no. 416

Plutocrats conclude—

rip out democracy’s roots:

fifty public schools.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 408

Morning in the ‘hood—

shadows slowly disappear;

chance to start over.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 408, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 408, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 404

On a cool spring night—

under majesty of stone:

Angela Davis.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 404, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 404, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 402

Another warm day:

howling and wailing sirens—

more than usual.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 402, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 402, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 398

Young haiku poets

radiating on the stage,

there’s hope in this world.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 380

Boys fidget and pace—

‘round makeshift memorial;

spring rains wash the blood.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 380, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 380, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 377

As temperatures rise,

teens ramble on city streets—

it’s human instinct.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 377, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 377, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 368

The sound of dissent—

echoes in urban canyons,

permeating walls.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 368, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 368, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 367

Child covers her ears

while car and truck engines rev;

Ashland bus stop blues.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 367, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 367, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

About The Project and Artist

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Follow me on Twitter

Storefront Window Display at North Branch Projects

I Sell On Etsy

%d bloggers like this: