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Volume V, Number 9: September, 2003.
Copyright © 2003. All rights reserved by the respective authors.

Editors' Choices • Commentary • Haiku Pages:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5 • Index of Poets


In Memoriam:
Kylan Jones-Huffman


This issue of The Heron’s Nest is dedicated to the memory of Kylan Jones-Huffman.

In Memory of Kylan Jones-Huffman

One of the editors from The Heron’s Nest met and wrote poems with U. S. Navy Lieutenant Kylan Jones-Huffman. The rest of us knew and admired him through his haiku. Now we all grieve. Lt. Jones-Huffman was shot and killed in Al Hillah, Iraq, on Thursday, August 21. He sent the following poem just three days prior to his death:

uncomfortable —
body armor shifting
on the car seat

As a tribute to Kylan Jones-Huffman, we share a few more of his poems:

tea leaves steam
on the icy compost pile
winter sunrise

newborn calf
still wet, stands, trips,
stands again

raising her veil,
she sips fruit juice —
the souk in summer

summer solstice —
women in black abayas
wade in the sea

squirrel drinking
from one small puddle —
tank tracks

twelve hour watch:
the morning threat report
in rhymed couplets

call to prayer —
the waxing moon obscured
by a sandstorm

The Jones-Huffman family is graciously permitting us to present these poems by Kylan. All have appeared on-line, three as part of the U. S. Navy Literary Festival, and four from the Cricket list.

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Memorial poems from The Heron’s Nest

dark afternoon
hydrangeas drying
upside down
                                          Peggy Willis Lyles

setting star
the mountain rises
black with night
                                          Paul MacNeil

feathers in the fire . . .
a cardinal’s song
between thunderclaps
                                          Ferris Gilli

Mars rising
closer than ever . . .
a car backfires
                                          Christopher Herold

the war is over
for one haiku poet —
seagulls cry
                                          Paul David Mena


 

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