#86

Find me in the new issue of Hedgerow tonight….

no longer sure
of who I am
shifting sands

.

insomnia
looking into the darkness
of time

hedgerow: a journal of small poems

welcome to the last issue of hedgerow before the summer break. as always, grateful to contributors & readers alike. happy summer everyone!

please note —

submissions are now closed. you will be notified once submissions reopen, on our facebook page below. something special prepared for the first issue back… stay tuned!

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with love & kindness,

caroline skanne
founding editor

sandbox castles
toddlers choose
not to wage war

.

boxed up
the weight
of my childhood

.

peeling apples
not a word about
their sweetness

Elmedin Kadric was born in Novi Pazar, Serbia, but writes out of Helsingborg, Sweden. A student of both longer and shorter forms of poetry, and an avid observer of everything else.

a nodule
appears on the trunk
of a healthy tree …
the touch of her hand
up and down his back

.

saying nothing
we walk hand in hand …
silence stolen
by the…

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