haiku no. 409

Planting ideas—

wise elders share their visions,

the clock is ticking.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 406

Cinco de Mayo:

sombreros and mustaches

make you look racist.

~Guillermo Delgado

Rethinking Cinco de Mayo

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. 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. 363

In America,

poor schools have to beg for arts—

the privileged schools don’t.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 363, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 363, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 

haiku no. 362

Rahm kills public schools;

profiteers wait in the wings—

eyeing the “strivers.”

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 362, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 362, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 358

Two boys guilty of

raping an underage girl,

where were the adults?

~Guillermo Delgado
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