The sound of thunder— western sky flashes and cracks; Oklahoma weeps. ~Guillermo Delgado… more →
Haiku-In-Residence: Daily Conversations with Naturewrote 15 hours ago: The sound of thunder— western sky flashes and cracks; Oklahoma weeps. ~Guillermo Delgado … more →
wrote 4 days ago: The brown-skinned men sweat— over the hoes and shovels; elitists’ gardens. ~Guillermo Delgado … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Tree blossoms tumbling— every time they touch my skin: I pedal harder. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 410, G … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Planting ideas— wise elders share their visions, the clock is ticking. ~Guillermo Delgado … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Morning in the ‘hood— shadows slowly disappear; chance to start over. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 408, Gu … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: Walking late at night, towards the hectic avenue— my fists hardening. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 407, Gu … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: Cinco de Mayo: sombreros and mustaches make you look racist. ~Guillermo Delgado Rethinking Cinco de … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: First weekend in May— I’m watching and listening: sunset and laughter. ~Guillermo Delgado … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: On a cool spring night— under majesty of stone: Angela Davis. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 404, Guillermo … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: Another warm day: howling and wailing sirens— more than usual. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 402, Guillermo … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: The first warm spring day— the teen boys think they’re so cool; girls bunch and giggle. ~Guillermo D … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: Trees burst with light green— Brewer’s Blackbirds peck at ground; hodgepodge of insects. ~Guillermo … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: Young haiku poets radiating on the stage, there’s hope in this world. ~Guillermo Delgado … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: The sounds of chainsaws— idling, revving, and grinding; mourning the elm trees. ~Guillermo Delgado … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: On cool spring morning— I sort, rinse, and soak the beans; like my ancestors. ~Guillermo Delgado no. … more →
wrote 4 weeks ago: The piped-in jazz horns: sedative for the rat race while they sip coffee. ~Guillermo Delgado … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Just past mid-April— sad news occupy my mind… I need May’s flowers. ~Guillermo Delgado … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Thunderclouds fleeting— the echo of their rumbling: tonight’s lullaby. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 388, G … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Respite from sad news: the sound of children playing on mid-April night. ~Guillermo Delgado … more →