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in: Summer grass 122
Thunderstorm sultry our words strip themselves of (Anke Holtz) thoughts
In June 1988 the number 1 of the quarterly publication of the newly founded Deutsche Haiku-Gesellschaft e. V. It contains a report by the chairwoman Margret Buerschaper (until 2003) about the first general meeting and an article that answers the question of how the DHG came about.
Up until October 2005, the title and presentation remained largely the same. Then the board of directors decides to give the magazine a new name. Henceforth the magazine is called SUMMER GRASS. The new name also marks a new era, shaped by developments on the Internet, new trends in German-speaking and international areas are included in the reporting in SOMMERGRAS. The magazine is becoming larger and more colorful. It is the figurehead of the DHG and for many members it is one of the main reasons for staying with the DHG.
The focus is always on the haiku, even if more and more related forms find their way into the reporting. A keyword search in the search field below brings up the articles on Tanka, Haiga, Haibun, Kettendichtung & Co. Three categories with long-term effects and many related valuable articles are available as a finished link below.
A big thank you goes to the founding member and long-time treasurer of the DHG Georges Hartmann. With the diligence of an ant, he meticulously digitally documented this flood of articles. Only his notes made it possible to make over 1000 articles available at this point. There are currently 682 items from number 60 - (currently) 128. The remaining numbers (1-59) and the associated texts will then be added over the course of the year.
The exciting thing about this article is its liveliness and still its topicality in the context of dealing with haiku. In this sense: The treasure chest is open.
Hamburg in March 2020
Stefan Wolfschuetz
Thunderstorm sultry our words strip themselves of (Anke Holtz) thoughts
the sitting stone by the pond after the rain – expect
“God bless you” the old woman gives me a gift for one
What does the sand say – – – – –
Ice Dance – The Seagull and The Fish (Werner Theis)
Thoughts on a Haiku by Simone K. Busch »
Kindergarten Going the old ways again (Taiki Haijin)
big pause – a handful of confetti in the wind
Playing with mother - the sound in the rushing stream
root path my conversation with father (Helga Stania) thoughts on
Farewell… still bread on the plate (Horst-Oliver Buchholz)
first night frost the choir of bright colors changes
A carp takes a breath – wave mandala (Maren Schönfeld) thoughts
Firefly dance our neighbors argue again (Hildegard Dohrendorf) thoughts
opening buds the tender covers of silence (Helga Stania)
Rainbow the stripes on her wedding dress (Angelika Holweger) thoughts
The harbor cat licks the sea from its fur
Thoughts on a text by Gabriele Hartmann » in
»In the complete PDF version from page 54
Church concert – a ray of sunshine crosses your violin bow (Angelika Seithe)
Football fever Dad eats chocolate bars for the sticker album (Bernadette Duncan) Thoughts
She slowly disappears through a wall of fog into her own world (Eleonore
in the cafe – the silence over the displays (Deborah
Afternoon tea they stir a lot of rock candy into the bitterness (Angelika
Thoughts on a haiku by Hans-Jürgen Göhrung » in
Storm moon we smooth the sheets (Gabriele Hartmann)
Fitislied she forgets that she can't sing Martin
Wind turbines the breath of a mammoth (Dietmar Tauchner) thoughts
Touch down your head on my shoulder (Hans-Jürgen Göhrung) Thoughts
Thoughts on a text by Frank Dietrich » in
digital detox – my fingers enjoy the silence (Martin
evening ride he holds the child's hand tightly (Helga
Autumn crocus. The old gray horse's eyes are wide open. (People
Excavations under the pavement lie the beach (Birgit Heid)
»In the complete PDF version from page 65
An autumn gust bursts the old linden tree into a thousand starlings (Gérard
after stumbling: the reproachful look at the stone
Church ruins the vault of heaven (Frank Dietrich) thoughts on
»In the complete PDF version from page 64
An autumn gust bursts the old linden tree into a thousand starlings (Gérard
Twilight the sewing girl spits out the needles (Gabriele Reinhard)
Aphrodite – the warm skin of marble (Gerd Börner)
repair the wax angel with the warmth of my hands (Bernadette
Late news search for the constellation of the Dove (Angelika Holweger)
The other way of writing haiku: Gen-Ga » in
Thoughts on a tan renga by Eleonore Nickolay and Erika
On a rainy day, the final boss (Sebastian) grins again on the screen
Children's hands full of marbles Father's frailty (Ruth Karoline Mieger) thoughts
Evacuation via Jacob's Ladder from the lurching ship (Hans-Jürgen Göhrung)
Thoughts on a tan renga by Claudia Brefeld and Angelica
Deposit machine – the empty look of the lady in front of me
After the concert, the echo of moonlight in the snow
the little day... a fly sits on the ground
Thoughts on a tanka by Frank Dietrich » in
my secret after breaking off the house keys (Anke Holtz)
Three-quarter moon walking the rest of the way alone (Éleonore Nickolay)
Antique shop. We look at the ice flowers. (Volker Friebel) Thoughts on
old fire - it blows into the last embers
A great-grandchild in her arms... her gaze gets lost
Traffic island. New greenery grows through holes in a hubcap. (People
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