The haiku of Carolyn Hall need no decoration, and we are most pleased
that they will be frequently adorning this weblog starting today. Although
she first became aquainted with haiku five years ago, Carolyn has been winning
so many haiku awards (e.g., from Heron’s Nest) that we can’t possibly list
them all. You can read almost any fine haiku journal and find examples
of her work and honors (i.e., frogpond).
I’ll let Carolyn introduce herself, and then start with a trio of her haiku, which
the editors of Red Moon Press say “delivers to the reader a sense of comfort
sought and, ultimately, found.”
Carolyn says: “Originally a Minnesota girl, I have lived in San Francisco
since the early 60s. After a checkered career that included stints in histology,
mutual funds, advertising and child-rearing, I finally quit my day job as a
graphic designer and copy editor in order to take up creative writing, especially
memoir and short fiction. Five years ago a friend introduced me to haiku, and I
became totally addicted to the heightened sense of awareness haiku brought
to my life – an addiction I have no desire to break.”
(Red Moon Press, 2001)
spilt milk
spreading along the grout lines
morning chill
first night home from college
click of the latch
on her bedroom door
hand in hand–
how slowly
the creek meanders
credits” “spilt milk” – Heron’s Nest 11:5
“hand in hand” – Modern Haiku XXXI:2
from
by dagosan (humbler than ever following Carolyn)
winter wind
rattles the windows –
the fridge hums louder
[Dec. 14, 2004]
I had a number of barbed blurbs for this morning, but I don’t want to ruin the
joy of Carolyn Hall joining our Honored Guests. In the spirit of this gift-giving
season, however, I will note again that the medicant professor is still seeking
your charity (and offering authographed [overstocked?] books).
