Small Events: Haibun By W. F. Owen
Expanded 2nd Edition
W. F. Owen
Copyright 2010 W. F. Owen
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The first edition of this book won the Mildred Kanterman Memorial Merit Book Award sponsored by the Haiku Society of America for Best Haibun Book.
Cover: W. F. Owen (photo), Kennedy Owen (design). Photo taken at Shark’s Cove, North Shore of Oahu, Hawaii.
For Caroline, Kennedy and Corey
and My Parents Billy Gene, Sallie Bell and Frenchie
Memories of my fifty-six years run together like photographs in a family album put together in haste, out of chronological order, too many shots of some events, too few of others. Pictures of the living and the dead, immortalized. Cherished photographs: my sons’ hits in little league, summers pulling catfish from the Colorado River, four years a Marine, twenty years a Professor, ten years a SCUBA instructor in Hawaii. Small events have made me, such as having to retake high school biology. After I aced the course the second time, my teacher told me I should think about going to college. Thank you Mrs. Simmons (oh yeah, I’m sorry I called you “Simons” to irritate you all those times). Other images stick in my mind: the quiet school hallway the afternoon JFK was shot (my sixteenth birthday), puffs of smoke from the Texas Tower that hot August day (it was my friend Joe’s idea to drive down to see the sniper). And last, moments of perfection: nailing a haiku, spearing a line drive, swishing a three-pointer, earning my expert badge at the rifle range.