welcome to #66 of hedgerow. thank you all for stopping by. this week features art by resident artist Alexis Rotella.

thrilled to announce the first poetry collection published by DANDELION (an imprint / editorial services offered by wildflower poetry press) —

DARK MAROON JACKET by Joann Grisetti

this book of small poems by Joann Grisetti is available from amazon (please see links below). if you would like to get hold of a signed copy by the author, please contact her directly at — gneissmom@aol.com

 

(amazon uk)

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Maroon-Jacket-Joann-Grisetti/dp/151954328X

(amazon us)

http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Maroon-Jacket-Joann-Grisetti/dp/151954328X

if you’d like to more about DANDELION, please send a message to wildflowerpoetrypress@gmail.com with the subject line ‘DANDELION’. or have a peek at the site — https://wildflowerpoetrypress.wordpress.com/

 

with love & kindness.

caroline skanne

founding editor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ginko For Two

 

ginko for two  
inside my winter coat  
a butterfly flits

 

in the pale landscape
soft footsteps to a slow dance 

 

first snow flake  
whirling with the last note  
of a music box  

 

breaking through frozen mist
a flow of inspiration 

 

Marcus Liljedahl and Anna Maris are Swedish haiku poets, who write in their native language and in English. Marcus works as a singer with the Gothenburg Opera and Anna is a writer and educator. They are both published individually in international haiku journals and are also engaged in the running of the Swedish Haiku Society. Together they write TanRenga and other forms of linked verse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

warm rays
the barely composed song
of a winter robin

Joyce Joslin Lorenson lives in Rhode Island, U.S.A., grew up on a dairy farm and records the happenings in nature around her rural home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

dusty umbrella memory of rain

Margaret Jones resides in Wisconsin, USA. She enjoys walking in the woods, binoculars in one hand and haiku notebook in the other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In February

geranium petals,
two different pinks and a scarlet.
Behind them the clouds reflect pastel shades,
a swarm of starlings pass.
Cold hands crave this mug of tea.
In the radio’s silence a clock ticks.

Jo Waterworth has lived in Glastonbury, UK for thirty years. She writes, sings with a community choir and is studying part-time for a degree in Creative Arts, including ceramics. She sometimes runs creative writing groups. Find her blogs at https://jowaterworth23.wordpress.com/ and https://jowaterworthwriter.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

cold draught—
a hen resettles
on her eggs

Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy is a psychiatrist from Bengaluru India, living in England. A trained vocalist and a composer in Indian Classical Music, he writes in several languages. His haiku, tanka, Haibun and haiga have been published in reputed journals and anthologies and won prizes. He is the proofreader for journals Cattails and Skylark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

out of ink . . .
the last pile of snow
becomes a puddle

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between all and nothing
a myriad
of nameless moons

Julie Warther (@JulieWarther) serves as Midwest Regional Coordinator for the Haiku Society of America. (http://www.hsa-haiku.org) Her most recent venture involves the installation of 30 haiku stones as part of the Holmes County Open Air Art Museum in Millersburg, Ohio. (http://www.innathoneyrun.com/successful-grand-opening-ceremony/)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It Looks So Simple

 

How long did it take to do this
piece of digital art, he asks, it
looks so simple.

 

It took my whole life, I answer,
meaning every word.

 

Through fresh
morning snow
tracks of a beast

Alexis Rotella, Haiku Poet since the 70’s, makes love to the world by creating art for enjoyment and sale.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the art in this issue was brought to you by Alexis Rotella —

I’ve been playing with words since I was a toddler. I remember sitting
on our front stoop in Southwestern Pennsylvania with a handwritten
letter from Uncle Bill to my mother. I thought if I stared at it long
enough I would be able to read… 

https://hedgerowpoems.wordpress.com/poet-artist-in-conversation/