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I almost called this post “Hall of Fame.”  When I first introduced

Carolyn Hall at this website, last December, I noted:

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.

Carolyn has continued to shine in 2005, as can be seen from
the results of two annual contests held by Snapshots Press.

First, this haiku was selected as the featured poem for June

in Snapshot’s 2006 Haiku Calendar (click to order):

 

 

 

wild berries—
one training wheel
lifts round the curve

 

Two additional poems by Carolyn were also chosen as Runners-up

selections for the Calendar.   More important, Carolyn’s collection

of haiku, entitled Water Lines, was one of three joint winners in The

Snapshot Press Haiku Collection Competition 2004.  Snapshot

will therefore publish the full collection as an individual volume before

the end of  2005.  Here are four poems from Water Lines, the first

two of which have previously appeared at f/k/a:

 

slave cemetery
the tug of the current
on willow fronds

 

 

 

                   getting acquainted—
                   I learn another name
                   for wild radish

 

 

 

 

baiting one fish
with another
autumn dawn

 

 

 

 

                    twilight
                    the poultry truck returns
                    with empty cages

 

 

 

Carolyn Hall 

“getting acquainted” – 2003 Brady Senryu Competition, Hon. Men., Frogpond XXVII: 1

“slave cemetery” – tug of the current: rma 2004

 

 

  Congratulations, Carolyn, and thanks again for

sharing your work with f/k/a‘s visitors.

 

 

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  by dagosan                                               

class reunion –

the toupee

left home

 

                  [Oct. 15, 2005]

 

                                                                                                     

 

– my apologies to all who hoped to “meet”

andrew riutta here today.   here is another

teaser, and another promise to formally

introduce andrew over the weekend.

 

 

 

rising sun–

the earth just sits there

in a wheelbarrow

 

 

 

 

“dandelionclock”

 

it brightens

through the silver maple . . .

cloudy afternoon

 

 

 

 

 

 

a deer’s ribcage

sifts through the breeze–

dandelions

 

 

 

Andrew Riutta –  Full Moon Magazine (2005)