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Introducing: The Washington City Paper's (Surely!) 1st Annual Haiku Contest. This time around, three locals competed in five rounds of 5-7-5, on topics ranging from the classic ("Springtime") to the delicious ("Meat").
In this, our 1st Annual Haiku Contest Blog Post, we present our contestants, by way of autobiographical haiku.
Tonette Hartman, 55, haiku semi-pro:
Soul like a prism
Learning growing and sharing
Creates reflection
Jonny Goldstein, 40, new media producer:
mussed hair untucked
plays blues harp eyes squinched tight tight
wailing pain joy life
Roosh Valizadeh, 28, Silver Spring, sex and dating blogger:
Quarter life crisis
Found few answers while abroad
In me all along
Post your own haiku, autobiographical or otherwise, in the comments.
Photo by william.ward
1:23 pm
Lady at Subway:
"More Mayo. No, that's too much."
It's fucking Subway.
1:24 pm
What are you doing?
Pickles on my meatball sub?
Oh, what do I care.
1:31 pm
I just want my sub.
You order five subs for work.
Please let me Eat Fresh.
1:32 pm
Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
Took the midnight train
1:33 pm
Adams Morgan edition
PASTA MIA:
waiting in a line
someone said this place was good
they must love long lines
MIX-TEC
authentic mexican
I'd rather have Taco Bell
no gordita supreme here
MCDONALD'S
historic landmark
now serving big macs with fries
I'm not lovin' it
OLD CITY CAFE
I want falafel
Amsterdam's is much better
but you are closer
1:39 pm
i hate work and school
oh, i'll just sell some haiku
wait, can haiku rhyme?
haiku article
about two writers better
than one who sells them
i'll see you those two
for drinks at pharmacy bar
please, i'm nearly broke
1:40 pm
OH NO! A TYPO!
my new career is ruined.
I meant say "sell."
1:42 pm
Holy shit Borlik
Didn't know you wrote haiku
Yet still, so angry
5:59 pm
For Frankie Sharp, Sharp Records:
it's! it's! a ballroom
blitz! it's! it's! a ballroom blitz!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah!!
7:09 pm
Garth: "We're looking down on Wayne's basement. Only that's not Wayne's basement. Isn't that weird?"
Wayne: "Garth. That was a haiku."