welcome to #84 of hedgerow. this week features haiga & photographs by Chase Gagnon. grateful to contributors & readers alike, thank you all for being here… enjoy!

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tuning the fiddle
to the guitar
on an iphone

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rising
with the delta kite
my inner child’s laughter

Ben Moeller-Gaa is the author of two haiku chapbooks, the Pushcart nominated Wasp Shadows (Folded Word Press 2014) and Blowing on a Hot Soup Spoon (poor metaphor design 2014). Learn more about Ben at www.benmoellergaa.com.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
wet leaves –
memory of “Wildwood Flower”
on Dad’s harmonica

A classical musician and public radio broadcaster, producer, and blogger, Jennifer Hambrick lives in Columbus, Ohio, USA.  Visit her on Facebook, or on Twitter at @JenHambrick.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Dawn

Blind since birth,
the old man says
he’s seen thirty
thousand sunrises.

They were described to him
far better than folklore
by peals of birdsong
through his open window.

Ben Banyard lives in Portishead, UK. His debut pamphlet, Communing, was published by Indigo Dreams in February 2016. Ben edits Clear Poetry, a web journal dedicated to promoting accessible work by newcomers and old hands alike – https://clearpoetry.wordpress.com. Blog: https://benbanyard.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

finding
that space within…
deep rock pool

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seaweed
spills a hand
over rock
green threads on
dry reds

Christina Martin has always enjoyed writing and is inspired by nature and the beautiful surroundings of Pembrokeshire in West Wales where she lives with her husband.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chase Gagnon is an amateur photographer and poet living in Detroit, Michigan who enjoys long walks on the streets taking pictures of people and urban scenery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the scent
of burning sage
the sound
of low slow blues
– logs on the fire

I decide
to plant my grave
before I die
buttercups, cow parsley
forget-me-nots

walking around
in the long grass
at end of day
the circle
completes itself

sitting quietly
in the meadow
watching
small field mice
gathering seeds

After decades of living in the States and Canada, Joy McCall now lives in her birthplace of Norwich, England, growing older but not much wiser.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

notes of
       a meadow’s song
             down the page
   cabbage whites

Julie Warther (@JulieWarther) lives in Ohio and serves as Midwest Regional Coordinator for the Haiku Society of America. (http://www.hsa-haiku.org)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what keeps me here
in this place I don’t belong?
rolling green hills
endless wild flower sky
solitude of country roads

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four a.m.
owl at the window rattles
me awake
is this a warning or
a call to adventure?

Carole Johnston lives in her imagination most of the time, but sometimes, she lives in Lexington,Kentucky. She writes short poems every day and has published two books of poetry: “Journeys-Getting Lost” and “Manic Dawn.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

night train
a whistle sounds
from the toy box

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prairie sky
the wide view
of childhood

Dave Read is a Canadian poet.  His work can be found on his blog, davereadpoetry.blogspot.ca.