Christopher Herold writes poems which reflect his active engagement with zen and meditation, and also his environment by the sea. This chapbook from Snapshot Press (2000) captures both of these areas of interest expertly.
You can read the entire book in the THF Digital Library.
All haiku in the Book of the Week Archive are selected by Tom Clausen, and are used with permission.
with each step up the beetle slides further down the dunesunny beach — the grain of sand on my page has a shadowweathered wooden walk grains of sand blown in, blown out of a knotholefoghorns — we lower a kayak into the soundcocking his head my dog doesn't understand harbor sealsin and out of a driftwood lean-to seagull tracksearly morning light the locals first to gather things left by wavesriver's end — the sound of my name in the hiss of receding surfthe ocean's curve two tankers pass through each othercurling paint shadows lighthouse walls the sound of breakerstide receding another starfish left to the suna touch — the sea anemone swallows itselfsummer nightfall the lamp on a tall mast sways among starsharbor stillness — a sailboat moored to the Milky Waydawn — a ship's running lights twinkle among setting stars