welcome to the latest issue of hedgerow! thanks everyone for being here, it’s a beautiful thing…
with love & kindness.
wire in the wind
balancing, my feet too discern
the whisper of cross-breezes
could my words be
day’s end talk
dishwater sinking into
Patrick Doerksen is a student of social work and lives with his wife in Victoria, Canada, where flowers bloom as early as January and it is very difficult to be unhappy. He writes poetry as a way of experiencing life more fully.
Caroline Skanne, Rochester Uk, escapes reality with her rescued staff puppy tigerlily at the nearby frog pond island. more @ https://www.facebook.com/caroline.skanne.9
the holiday guidebooks
not quite ready
night shifter’s house
a cat this side
of the curtain
after her funeral
sparrows replace sparrows
on her bird table
David Serjeant lives in Derbyshire, UK. He is the current editor of Blithe Spirit, journal of the British Haiku Society. His interests include photography and pottering about (escaping everything) on his allotment. He publishes poetry and works in progress at http://distantlightning.blogspot.co.uk/ He also writes about his experiences with multiple sclerosis at https://davesmagicalbrain.wordpress.com/
with old stories
Rachel Sutcliffe, from Yorkshire, UK, has suffered from a serious immune disorder for the past 14 years, throughout this time writing has been her therapy, it’s what keeps her from going insane!
the sheen of pigeons
my father’s walk
Simon Hanson lives in rural South Australia where he loves to walk the back roads at an ambling pace down to the nearby limestone coast. He no longer collects shells, leaving them instead on the beach where they belong, but does sometimes bring home an idea for a haiku or two.
soaking in shade four hundred years old
with a cherry pit . . .
the crow’s strut
Julie Warther (@JulieWarther) lives in Dover, Ohio and serves as Midwest Regional Coordinator for the Haiku Society of America. (www.hsa-haiku.org). Her haiku chapbook “What Was Here” is available through Folded Word Press. http://foldedword.bigcartel.com/product/what-was-here
strips my name, Chen-ou Liu,
of its meaning,
reduces it to a sound
strange to Canadian ears
reading Sisyphus …
from college teacher
to ESL student
my tumble down
life’s slippery slope
(note: ESL stands for English as a Second Language)
Chen-ou Liu is currently the editor and translator of NeverEnding Story, http://neverendingstoryhaikutanka.blogspot.ca/, and the author of five books, including Following the Moon to the Maple Land (First Prize, 2011 Haiku Pix Chapbook Contest) and A Life in Transition and Translation (Honorable Mention, 2014 Turtle Light Press Biennial Haiku Chapbook Competition)
The Scottish throb of a seagull’s cry,
the urgence of the surf,
the brownish warmth of Brückner,
the sunset shock of sky,
the sound of rain on the tiled roof,
the homely scrape of wicker–
these are stalled-out memories that I
in your harbour.
Kilby Austin lives near Durham, UK, with her husband and little daughter. She has written poetry for as long as she can remember.
summer moon how tenderly waves touch paper boats
Vibeke Laier is an artist and dreamer who lives in Randers, Denmark. She began writing three years ago and likes the process of capturing moments of the day in small sentences and micro poems… it is a way to be open to the magic.
I rip weeds from the soil
Like breaking old habits.
Some come up easily,
Satisfying, if temporary-
I know I’ll have to watch
For resurging growth;
Old patterns don’t die quickly.
Some have deep, thick roots
Resisting a pull, they need
My aching knuckles caked in mud
The root’s gnarly voice
Laughing at my naivete
That some force
That has preceded
Me by lifetimes
Would pull free, finally,
Just like that
On one simple, sunny day.
But I do my best,
Cut it off as deep as I can reach
Toss it away
And let it be
Let it be good enough for this garden
Let it be good enough for this day of this life
Just let it be better.
Stacey Crawford Murphy savors life in Ithaca, NY.
pushing rocks up small slope
sweat trickles between my breasts
Irene Koronas is the poetry editor for Wilderness House Literary Review. She has three full length books, Portraits Drawn from Many, Ibbetson Street Press; Pentakomo Cyprus, Cervena Barva Press; and Turtle Grass; Muddy River Books. She has numerous chapbooks and poetry in many anthologies. She reviews poetry books for the small press community.
the tan lines beneath
your blue dress
still hung over from last night’s sunset
Joy Reed MacVane lives on the New Hampshire seacoast and hides out
summers on an island off the Maine coast.
the heat of her
edging the starlight the mountain’s silhouette
Dave Read is a Canadian poet whose work has appeared in many journals, including hedgerow. You can find his micropoetry on Twitter, @AsSlimAsImBeing.