Dear our baby readers,
Without much ado, but with many thanks to the Libe for inspiring this haiku renaissance, we present a series of three haikus:
my baby teeth stay in a little box of June and sunlight decay
-ruby
hot sweaty sunscreen feet turn to boot-ed cold toes: it was warm, but now?
- olivia
I think that spring is Still here! Even though warm’s gone Spring for babyteeth.
- lily
(by the way, keep your eyes peeled for OPEN MIC NIGHT! AND FIELD TRIP!)
with loving thanks, aw
ruby “my mom keeps my baby teeth in her dresser with socks and decrepit earrings” mead
lily “conceived at SNL” akre olivia “salt and pepper potato” ho
contributors <3 elsa snowbeck, billy bratton, ava blaufuss, katelyn hemmer, lily akre, aidan walker, ezra kucur, isaac endo, julianna baldo, mitch porter, jimmy carlson, ruby mead, olivia ho, stewie goooooooooooon, & aiden class of ‘27
YAHOO!
cover by aiden johnson (CLASS OF ‘27!!!!)
Elsa Snowbeck
millioning & thousanding olivia ho millioning & thousanding olivia ho
Right now I am thousanding across a field with streaks of sunlight pressing unto a pear between my teeth. Not cutting me. It was more than you think. It was not just a sweet green-andbrown pear
nor just juice running past my lips to kiss my neck nor just sticky fingers or even a core browning in my backpack.
It was a lightening it was a sweet thing that cascaded in and away. I am millioning through the center.
fruit doodles by olivia
EW!FRUITINTHE BACKPACK. CASCADEDIN ANDAWAY!
EW!FRUITINTHE BACKPACK. CASCADEDIN ANDAWAY!
I think i am a tomato.
Round and blushing at bare nothing –
Every moment!
Soft and sweet and crisp and above all else
Slow growing.
Stuck to the vine until i’m not, and then im just falling all over the soil
With not even a single short second of warning
Skin split and bloated from tears (of condensation) in the morning
But defiantly radiant and sunshiney in the face of the negligent moon
A fruit or a vegetable?
I’ve heard the arguments again and again.
I don’t think they really understand.
A fruit or a vegetable does not vomit up golden streaks of sunlight all over the dirt
Twist and gouge the groundwater out of its skin
Shine and fester on the same vine at the same time
The garden’s most violent paradox.
Im not either one really, Im just…
I don’t know actually.
poem
julianna baldo poem
WE’RE LOOKIN’ FOR YOU
teeth, billy. “Assifieds.” 1914, daguerreotype, the ground (colorized 2023).
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