#66

Posted on February 26, 2016 by Caroline Skanne

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

front cover DARK MAROON JACKET

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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.

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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

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/

#65

Posted on February 19, 2016 by Caroline Skanne

welcome to #65 of hedgerow! this week features work by nine different poets / artist. always grateful to readers & contributors alike.

with love & kindness.

caroline skanne

founding editor

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rose petals
drifting into her glass
at the garden party
we ponder the fate
of her love affair

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)

reunion
not aged at all
your voice

childhood stories
I return
to the beginning

broken
I reach for a pen
to right myself

Rachel Sutcliffe, from Yorkshire, UK, has suffered from a serious immune disorder for the past 15 years, throughout this time writing has been her therapy, it’s what keeps her from going insane!

my lonely house
under the moon’s stillness—
you and I
running in different directions,
how many lives have we lived?

I sleepwalk
on the ridge
of a poem
I’ll never perform …
the storm inside

Sergio A. Ortiz is the founding editor of Undertow Tanka Review. He lives in San Juan Puerto Rico.

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penny
for your thoughts…
begging
for your love
til the end of time

when night’s
coldest cold
covers you…
my love will blanket you
til morning

Pat Geyer lives in East Brunswick, NJ, USA. Her home is surrounded by the parks and lakes where she finds her inspiration in Nature. Published in several journals, she is an amateur photographer and poet.

I can’t tell you that
*shrugs*
the purple-fleshed conch shell

cool morning
with every white breath the horse
lifts higher in air

Mike Andrelczyk is currently living in Strasburg, PA. Also lived in Los Angeles, Ca. and Lewes, De. He likes writing haiku about the ocean, potatoes, moons, plants – mostly little things except the ocean which is huge, and the moon which looks little but isn’t. Follow on Twitter @MikeAndrelczyk.

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Mary Kendall lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina where she writes poems and endlessly tosses tennis balls to her Labrador retriever. Her current work and publications can be found on her poetry blog, A Poet in Time (www.apoetintime.com). She is the author of a chapbook, Erasing the Doubt (2015) and co-author of A Giving Garden (2009).

a child sways
with her lantern
moths flutter

Michael Smeer was born in Amsterdam and still lives in The Netherlands. His preferred style is the English language haiku. The quiet of a zen moment encapsulated by haiku fits perfectly with his Buddhist soul. Michael is the founder of ‘My Haiku Pond’, a Facebook community dedicated to English haiku and all things related.

flowing into the sea
the Huang He loses itself
… its color too

David He Zhuanglan has been working as an advanced English teacher for 35 years in a high school. So far, he has had a good number of short English stories published in magazines and books abroad.

Joann Grisetti grew up in Sasebo Japan and eighteen other places. She now lives in Florida with her husband and two sons. Her poetry, photos and stories have appeared in a number of print and online journals.

#64

Posted on February 12, 2016 by Caroline Skanne

welcome to hedgerow everyone. what a joy it is to bring you an issue including both short & longer poems, as well as a story! the art will return by next week. you are very welcome to send in your work. thank you for making this a beautiful place…

with love & kindness.

caroline skanne

founding editor

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the slow descent
into noisy silence
on New Year’s Eve
a spasm of depression
grabs me by the throat

a wedge of geese
held by Lake Ontario …
living alone
in this promised land, I wonder
if I ever left home

a cross
sears the moonless night
my southern childhood

sheep in the road…
where were you last night
when I needed you?

glass slippers
displayed in the pawn shop –
hard times

Pris Campbell enjoys writing and publishing haiku, tanka, haiga and free verse. She has published seven collections of free verse in the small press. A former clinical psychologist, she was sidelined by ME/CFS in 1990. She and her husband live in SE Florida.

winter grey
all my haiku beginning
to look the same

On Fitting

The struggle
of a fitted sheet
on the bed:
Pulled tight one end,
comes loose the other.
Endless smoothing,
smoothing.
Then after washing,
drying, the sheet
so difficult
to fold,
to force,
into a neat
perfect square
to fit
inside the cupboard;
another struggle.
Only when that
sheet is flying
on the clothesline
in the sun,
in the wind,
sailing out
full and wide,
does it truly fit.
Why?
No struggle.

Tricia Marcella Cimera is an obsessed reader and lover of words. She volunteers locally, believes there’s no place like her own backyard, and has traveled the world. Tricia lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois/in a town called St. Charles/by a river named Fox.

all afternoon
the purr of the cat
and rain

freezing rain
the tartness of raspberries
on her tongue

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). His work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. Learn more about Ben at www.benmoellergaa.com.

definitely not
in the Now
what’s for dinner

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

If You Can’t Change a Light Bulb

We always lived in apartments when I was growing up, but my father had big dreams.

“One day, kids, we’ll move to the suburbs. We’ll have a little garden. Maybe even some chickens.”

When my mother heard this she made that sound of hers. I can’t spell it. There aren’t the right letters in our alphabet to spell it. If I had to try, it would start with a ha sound. But it wasn’t ha. It was more disappointed than ha. It was ha with a sigh thrown in. And some exasperation, too.

My father didn’t like that sound.

“What?” he asked, ”what makes you say it won’t happen?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You said plenty.”

Dad was right, that ha of hers did say plenty. It said we were never going to live in the suburbs. We’d never put our hands in the dirt of a garden. There would be no tomatoes or peas or lettuce to pick for dinner. There would definitely not be chickens to do whatever a person did with chickens.

And here’s why:

My father couldn’t change a light bulb.

If you can’t change a light bulb, you can’t live in a house in the suburbs with a garden and chickens.

If you can’t change a light bulb it means you have to live your whole life in an apartment building where there is a super and a super’s assistant — men you call up when the light bulb blows and they arrive within the hour, with a ladder and a flashlight and a new bulb. They carry toolboxes and they not only know the name of each tool but they know how to use them. They have wrenches and screwdrivers and they carry nails in their pockets and hammers hang from special loops on their belts.

My father didn’t know from hammers. He was entirely dependent on the super and his assistant. And not only for the light bulb situation but also for leaky faucets and running toilets and — God forbid — what if water comes in through the window when it rains? What if the thermostat breaks? What if a ceiling tile falls down? What if the refrigerator gets too cold, or too hot, or stops working completely?

Unexpected disasters lurk around every corner. Not everyone can handle them on their own. That is why my family was doomed to a life of apartment dwelling.

That’s what my mother meant by that ha of hers, that was so much more than a ha. Dad couldn’t change a light bulb. There would be no fresh-from-the-earth food for us; no eggs from a chicken; no milk from a cow.

Wait a minute, wait minute, who said anything about a cow?

Well, a girl can have dreams too, can’t she?

I learned that from my father.

Zee Zahava lives in Ithaca, New York

#63

Posted on February 5, 2016 by Caroline Skanne

welcome to a new issue of hedgerow! thrilled to announce that ‘Manic Dawn’ by Carole Johnston is now available from amazon (please find link below). you can visit wildflower poetry press (link also below) for further details about our titles. thank you for your support! the art in this week’s issue comes from the editor’s archive… enjoy & thanks everyone for making this a beautiful place.

with love & kindness.

caroline skanne

founding editor

https://wildflowerpoetrypress.wordpress.com

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love’s sweet song
plays over and over
as I slip
into the ocean
of her eyes

I’ve laughed
& loved
& died
a thousand times…
snowdrop breeze

Paul Smith is a poet from Worcester in the UK. Alongside poetry Paul enjoys Japanese style ink painting, building cigar box guitars and playing old time blues.

a tight line
of ten birds undulating
the twilight—
i have no name
for what I feel for you

listen…
flowers speaking
to hearts

Ed Bremson lives in Raleigh, NC, USA, where he writes poetry, watches movies, and celebrates Happy Hour daily.

last farewell
the train whistle cuts through
our silence

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)

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his arms cradle
my fears

#62

Posted on January 29, 2016 by Caroline Skanne

welcome to #62 of hedgerow! this week features ‘audio haiga’ by Sandi Pray, alongside work by five different poets. thank you for stopping by!

with love & kindness.

caroline skanne

founding editor

her dream-catcher gift
in the glass cabinet so
it won’t get dusty

solitude —
you count every window
in the fresco

John Martone, poetry projects at: http://www.scribd.com/john-martone-2968
www.johnmartone.com

climate change
at the mouth of the bay
hammerheads

winter moon
concrete lions guard
the driveway

inlet fog the chaos of crows

Meik Blöttenberger was born in Baltimore to German immigrant parents. He is currently living in Hanover, Pennsylvania and in a decade will be retiring to the high desert of Arizona. His other passions are photography and traveling.

sitting at her desk
in grey polo and jeans …
heady days
of intellectualism
and unfettered youth

Anne Curran is a Hamiltonian. She has been writing haiku for about three years now. She has enjoyed some fantastic mentoring along the way, and remains in admiration of many haiku poets, in particular New Zealand poets.

lunar eclipse the shadow of our former selves

Matthew Moffett lives in Mount Pleasant, Michigan, with his wife and two kids. He thanks you for reading his poems!

pills on the floor …
the bed still holds the shape
of her body

the audio haiga in this issue was brought to you by Sandi Pray —

a wild child who roams between mountain and marsh in North Carolina and Florida,http://ravencliffs.blogspot.com.

#61

Posted on January 22, 2016 by Caroline Skanne

welcome to the first issue of 2016! this week features ‘book spine poems’ by Bill Waters, along with work by seven different poets. enjoy…

if you missed last issue’s sneak peek of Carole Johnston’s MANIC DAWN, the latest book to be released by wildflower poetry press, please visit our sister site here — https://wildflowerpoetrypress.wordpress.com/

with love & kindness.

caroline skanne

founding editor

everything
is not rose-colored
except at dawn

Ed Bremson has recently published three books of poetry and watched a lot of movies. He lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, USA

new year —
a sprout from
the amaryllis bulb

cross-country skiing —
a snowshoe hare freezes
in his tracks

gentle snowfall . . .
acre upon acre
of the same prayer

morning light
a sparrow’s shadow
crosses the blinds

railroad tracks our path through the woods

Dave Read is Canadian poet whose work has appeared in many journals, including hedgerow. You can find his haiku and other micropoetry on Twitter, @AsSlimAsImBeing.

wee hours jog
round and round
old moon and I

listing gratitudes
dinner grows cold
again

did you die
did I
will our ashes foster the same tree

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

old nest box…
a flurry of blue birds
before the snow

roasted chestnuts–
how could I forget
your laughter

my dog leaps
into still night water
to fetch the moon

I never noticed
the parrot perched on my head
– first full moon of spring

like a blue whale
the mountain
swims along slowly

cherry blossom rain …
those who are rich in this world
and those who are not

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 book spine poems in this issue were brought to you by Bill Waters —

Bill Waters lives in Pennington, New Jersey, U.S.A., with his wonderful wife and their three amazing cats. He enthusiastically posts his haiku and more at twitter.com/bill312 and billwatershaiku.wordpress.com, and his favorite hedgerow flower is the tickseed sunflower. foggy morning — / growing by the guardrail / tickseed sunflowers

#60

Posted on December 18, 2015 by Caroline Skanne

welcome to the last issue for 2015! it has been a glorious year for hedgerow, thank you everyone so much for turning up week after week! #60 features a series of raven photographs by the talented Paula Dawn Lietz (http://www.pdlietzphotography.com), as well as work by six different poets; a mix of new & familiar faces.

submissions for forthcoming issues of hedgerow will reopen in the new year! stay updated by following on twitter or fb (links below).

happy holidays & may 2016 be filled with love & joy!

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with love & kindness…

caroline skanne, founder / editor

thrilled to announce that in early 2016, wildflower poetry press will publish Carole Johnston’s exciting new book MANIC DAWN! this stunning collection features fifty small poems by Carole Johnston & paintings by the artist Anne Milligan. the book will be available to purchase from the publisher (https://wildflowerpoetrypress.wordpress.com/) as well as from amazon in early 2016.

YOU CAN PREORDER a signed copy straight from Carole Johnston NOW! (for further details contact Carole directly @ morgana.bag@hotmail.com)

This collection of poems is a synthesis of Carole’s fascination with Celtic myth and Japanese short form poetry, inspired by Dianne Di Prima’s Loba poems. Women, in these poems, shape-shift from girls to crows, from bag ladies to goddesses.

that weird woman
with her bags of bags
origami crow
has she forgotten how
to button her sweater?

Carole Johnston lives and writes in Lexington, Kentucky, although she grew up in ‘nowhere zen New Jersey.’ Although she loves to wander, she never belongs anywhere. Carole has published numerous haiku and tanka in various journals and her chapbook,Journeys: Getting Lost, was published by Finishing Line Press. She can be found @morganabag on Twitter and Carole Herzog Johnston on Facebook

hunting season over
the deer with the broken leg
in my yard again

North Star
alone
with my thoughts

winter sky tearing a page from his book

a crow perches
watching the warthogs’
ordered line passing
from hill to dappled shade
the river meanders by

striding out
sturdy siblings
tails dismissing the flies
nature choreographed
stronger together

*poems written in response to A Family of Warthog Moving On, 1968.

Tim Gardiner is an ecologist and poet from Manningtree in Essex, UK. His first collection of poetry, Wilderness, was published by Brambleby Books in 2015. more at http://www.essexfieldclub.org.uk/portal/p/Insect+poetry/r/view/u/125/x/91f6ad49

Alexandra Davis is an English teacher and poet from Felixstowe in Suffolk, UK.

frozen fields
my footsteps crack
the silence

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!

snowed under
the snow moon…
some hands
find warmth near
a garbage can fire

Pat Geyer lives in East Brunswick, NJ, USA. Her home is surrounded by the parks and lakes where she finds her inspiration in Nature. She is an amateur photographer and poet.

sips of green tea
and talk of hometown politics …
aging immigrants

Qu’apple valley
the further I get from home
prairie willows

quickening
on these earthly plains
snow angel

Devin Harrison, Vancouver Island – Canada, started writing Haiku about 3 years ago and is devoted to the genre. Last year he received first 1st in the Akida Contest, Japan.

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the art is this issue was brought to you by Paula Dawn Lietz —

an accomplished published poet. She is as well a multi-genre artist and photographer specializing in digital media. Lietz has garnered an impressive range of credits working with various publishers and authors, and revels in the creative energy generated within the artistic and literary community…

more at —

http://www.pdlietzphotography.com

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/picmoi

http://twitter.com/Paula_d_Lietz

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#59

Posted on December 11, 2015 by Caroline Skanne

welcome to #59 of hedgerow. as always grateful to contributors & readers alike. this month’s resident artist is Paula Dawn Lietz. if you enjoy the art featured in this issue, stop by her website (http://www.pdlietzphotography.com).

to read our latest book reviews click on the link below –https://hedgerowpoems.wordpress.com/poetry-art-book-reviews/

next week’s issue will be the last for this year. keep your eyes peeled as we have an exciting announcement to make…

after #60 we are taking a short winter break, submissions will reopen in the new year! stay updated by following on twitter or fb.

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beachcombing
in wrack and blue netting
a weedy seadragon

twilight fishing
with each cast
more and more stars

Mark Miller lives in a village on the east coast of Australia, where he regularly combs the beach and nearby island for small treasures, and where he is committed to removing plastic debris out of harm’s way of fish and birds.

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near Buddha’s temple
through the cold rain
my heart still warm

Michael Smeer was born in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. He has published two books of poetry. His preferred style is the English language haiku. The quiet of a zen moment encapsulated by haiku fits perfectly with his Buddhist soul.

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FAQs
i micromanage
my thoughts

Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer from Bangalore, India. She loves experimenting with found poetry and Japanese short-forms from time to time. Shloka is also the founding editor of Sonic Boom.

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in rain
the red geraniums
speak even louder–
dipping my brush
in water I paint
the sky

Robyn Cairns is a Melbourne poet who has a passion for the environment and is constantly inspired to write about the beauty of nature and also her local industrial landscape. She can be found on twitter at @robbiepoet where she shares her poetry and photography.

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Emerging

scribbles on scrap paper
in spiral bound notebooks
a mix of short and long hand scrawl
hastily typed paragraphs
no punctuation or line breaks
stream of consciousness recorded
exactly as it flows from my head
internet with multiple tabs
books opened, stacked high
I research, pull the disparate threads together
organise my ideas into themes,
plots, actions and resolutions;
my next novel emerges
tomorrow I start to write

Freya Pickard, England, can be found at either http://dragonscaleclippings.wordpress.com or http://purehaiku.wordpress.com. Her first novel, Dragonscale Leggings, is a parody of the genre she loves best; fantasy.

the art is this issue was brought to you by Paula Dawn Lietz —

more at —

http://www.pdlietzphotography.com

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/picmoi

http://twitter.com/Paula_d_Lietz

#58

Posted on December 4, 2015 by Caroline Skanne

welcome to the first issue of december! this months resident artist is Paula Dawn Lietz. if you enjoy the art showcased in this issue, please pay a visit to Paula’s website (http://www.pdlietzphotography.com).

thanks to everyone for turning up week after week, readers & contributors alike, you make this a beautiful place!

with two more issues to go before taking a short winter break, submissions are closed. stay updated by following on twitter or fb —
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with love & kindness,
caroline skanne
founder / editor

skipping stones my heartbeat emerges from the lake

Matthew Moffett lives in Mount Pleasant, Michigan, with his wife and two kids. He thanks you for reading his poems!

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simplicity
in the way of wild daisies
honey bee
sipping nectar eye to eye
we toast—arms intertwined

Marilyn Fleming was born and raised on a farm in Wisconsin. She has a special interest in oriental forms of poetry.

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hands outstretched to a moon half full

autumn breeze
the part of you
that never leaves

Julie Warther (@JulieWarther) serves as Midwest Regional Coordinator for the Haiku Society of America. (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/)

moon brew–
penning poetry
in the pub

a friend from the old neighborhood —
I call it “the old country” —
reminds me of what it was like, our childhoods

living under the same roof with dozens of other families
each behind its own apartment door

the connecting walls so thin
you’d hear a stranger sneeze

how safe it felt
how dangerous
anonymous togetherness

the collective inhale/exhale

the way we avoided eye contact in the elevator

Zee Zahava lives in Ithaca, New York. She edits brass bell, an online haiku journal.

in the space
between the words
you and me

thirteen days I haven’t noticed a crow

Mike Andrelczyk is currently living in Strasburg, Pa. Also lived in Los Angeles, Ca. and Lewes, De. He likes writing haiku about the ocean, potatoes, moons, plants – mostly little things except the ocean which is huge, and the moon which looks little but isn’t.

the art is this issue was brought to you by Paula Dawn Lietz —

more at —

http://www.pdlietzphotography.com

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/picmoi

http://twitter.com/Paula_d_Lietz

#57

Posted on November 27, 2015 by Caroline Skanne

welcome to #57 of hedgerow! this week features art by Barbara Kaufmann. if you enjoy her work you can find more at http://www.wabisabipoet.wordpress.com

please also have a peek at the latest poetry book review here — https://hedgerowpoems.wordpress.com/poetry-art-book-reviews/

with only three issues of hedgerow remaining for this year & all spots filled, submissions are now closed. there will be a notification on fb & twitter once submissions reopen in the new year! please find relevant links below —

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thanks for being here!
with love & kindness…

caroline skanne
founder / editor

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past regrets skipping through a puddle

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between inhale and exhale
her teeth pierce the apple’s skin
the hummingbird decides it is full
the burning bush reddens
several months pass

Stacey Crawford Murphy is trying to figure it all out in Ithaca, NY.

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I’ve been here every day for weeks
And for much longer?
No … not now … not now

Lizz Murphy is an Irish-Australian poet. She writes in whatever corners of life she can find and blogs at A Poet’s Slant: lizzmurphypoet.blogspot.com

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hoping the hawk
did it swiftly
dove feathers

shelf clouds
the secrets we keep
from the sun

dusty lambs ear does sunlight have a sound

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chill wind
how it finds
every seam

your unused cot
the years I’ve lived
without filling

cliff edge
darkness swallows
my screams

the art in this issue was brought to you by Barbara Kaufmann —

Barbara Kaufmann is a retired nurse whose love affair with nature started when she was five and continues unabated. She delights in capturing the beauty of her world in poems and images. You can see more of her work at http://www.wabisabipoet.wordpress.com

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