Jeanine Hoedemakers r.essing@hccnet.nl Dutch, English no personal web site Netherlands Jeanine Hoedemakers (1954) wrote and published poetry in a free style before she became interested in haiku in about 1986. It was at this time that she added haiku and senryu to her repertoire. Jeanine has been a member of Haiku Kring Nederland (Haiku Circle Netherlands) since 1986. Her haiku, written in Dutch, have been published in haiku magazines Vuursteen (Flint), Kortheidshalve (For brevity's sake), and some other publications. She has also had work appear, in English, in frogpond. Individual volumes in Dutch include Onzichtbare tastbaarheid (Invisible tangibility, 1985), Het meer van minder (The less of more, 1986; contains a few haiku and senryu), Spiegel van zelfbehoud (Mirror of self-preservation, 1988), Het zandpad van verwachting (The sandy path of expectation, 1991), De beste plaats is steeds bezet (The best seat is always taken, 1994; contains a few haiku and senryu), Tot bewegen aangezet (Spurred on to move, 1997; contains haiku and senryu).

Van de tulpen zijn ook de schaduwen gaan hangen.	The tulips - their shadows too are drooping now
In zijn gezelschap zie ik zelfs een prijskaartje aan de maan hangen.	In his company I even see a price tag dangling from the moon
Hinkende oude man zijn verhalen klinken zoals hij loopt.	Limping old man his stories sound like the way he walks.
"Leuk dat ik je zie" zegt ze en gaat dan zitten een plaats verderop.	"How nice to see you" she says and sits down a place further on.
Hoe zij hem aankijkt. In de leegte van haar blik kan hij alles zijn.	The way she looks at him. In the emptiness of her gaze he can be anything.
In een woordenstroom kabbelt ons gesprek verder terwijl we plassen.	In a stream of words our conversation babbles on while we piddle.
Met pensioen; zijn hobbyruimte houdt hem bij zichzelf weg.	Retired; his hobby room keeps him away from himself.
Grashalmen buigen alsof zij willen horen wat de aarde zegt.	Blades of grass bend as if they want to hear what the earth is saying.
Ze zoekt in haar tas - de sleutels, het horloge - wat grip op de dag.	She looks in her bag - the keys, her watch - for some hold on the day.
We gooien steentjes; om kringen in het water speelt verveling.	Throwing pebbles; around rings in the water boredom plays.