Of Haikus & Murder

This week at Howe, we were murderous and full of sensation. On Monday, we talked about beats, stomping and clapping our way through the 5-7-5 form of the haiku. After reading haikus about racial profiling and the wonders of being outside, from Jacqueline Woodson’s Brown Girl Dreaming, poets wrote about their own small moments of joy, fear, and peace.

On Tuesday, we focused on the senses. Through a game of mafia, each student who met their demise was stricken by a different sense, from the taste of a poisonous Super Donut to the sound of a beat so fierce it led to a heart attack. With each passing, came a line of poetry. Please be careful, that poem is killer good.

Howe After School

2nd – 5th Grade (Monday)

“I Eat Yellow Rice”

by Javell

I eat yellow rice

and my Grandma makes it, at

the house it smells good

“I Like To Play YouTube”

by Deandre

I like to play YouTube

and my sisters talk in their

sleep. I am scared – end.

“I Love To Play Roblox”

by Tyrell H.

I love to play Roblox

The shade is so good

The branch of my oak tree

The teacher is teaching us

Howe After School

2nd – 5th Grade (Tuesday)

“Murderous”

by Terrence, Kaiden, Javell, Deandre, and Jeremiah

A pie that smells vicious

A rock like wet rocks at the beach

Music so loud they banged their head

It tastes so good like a glazed donut

A bite like a sting

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“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.