READERS’ CHOICE AWARDS
The Heron’s Nest
Volume IX, Number 2: June, 2007.
Copyright © 2007. All rights reserved by the respective authors.
More Tributes to Kay F. Anderson
seatbelt tightenedI thought there was more to it, but what? At my limits, I turned to Kay (who was editing the book from that Two Autumns reading).
“Through me.” was all she said.
The earth fell away. “What is that?” said I.
“Zen” said Kay.
seatbelt tightened —Thank you Kay, — Laurie Stoelting
Kay Anderson was a dear friend. I want to share with you a tanka that Kay wrote, which I regard as her “death poem.” I know The Heron’s Nest is only for haiku, but I wonder if you might consider this as an exception. (Yes Linda, we sure will.)
when my whole note
1993 — It was my first “real” haiku reading — the annual Two Autumns event sponsored by the Haiku Poets of Northern California. One of the other readers was that dynamic and exuberant, that unforgettable Kay Anderson. She made the reading a stellar show.
the red-tailed hawkThis was her way. Since that time, over the years I have attended almost every Two Autumns reading. Her second reading stands out in my mind as among the best. She is there in flowing turquoise; each haiku is delivered with eloquence, like a gift to the audience, specially wrapped.
between crutchesI think it was after she had been diagnosed with melanoma that she learned of Kiyoko Tokutomi’s descent into Alzheimer’s. Even though her own battle demanded 110% of her concentration and energy, she reached out and arranged for a jinjitsu session for Kiyoko (literally “Human Day,” which includes “the feast of seven herbs,” from the custom of eating seven-herb to ensure good health for the coming year). Not that jinjitsu would heal Kiyoko’s tangled mind, but that through her body, she could receive solace, love, and above all, grace. It was a unique and very thoughtful gift.
rainy day —This is the Kay I know — the one who lives life to the fullest, who gives herself wholly, and who adds zest to the soul, hers and to all she comes in contact with.
on the wrong train —And even though she has transitioned to a new state, her presence is still vividly felt, her voice still distinctly heard in her haiku.
blossoming almonds —
[Note: all the haiku in this haibun except the last are Kay Anderson’s from Morning Snow, Two Autumns Press, 1993.]
Spring Moon —