Hi-Q: rippling water
layering of nostalgia memories stack like waves when police kill
Hi-Q: summer drones
even the sounds of summer slow to a sense of stasis writers ready for rebellion
Hi-Q: spider
the act of creation is as much an artwork as the finished product what makes a sonnet american?
Hi-Q: speckled memories
saddened by memories in place of future hope 72 hours of palestinian protest music
Hi-Q: rain vine ripe
harvesting patience gone in a bite #dothework
Hi-Q: trailered boat
the clouds at my feet my head underwater revolutionary letter #29 by diane di prima (you’ll have to click through a few pages)
Hi-Q: amongst the trees
music in the key of natural noise one word poems and poetry as play
Hi-Q: box fan
cooling sensation of movement while called to stillness screens by rowan ricardo phillips
Hi-Q: false flags
built on ideals, matured via loopholes from the declaration of independence’s cutting room floor
Hi-Q: 4sale
a history of civil disobedience ignored in favor of brash pomp and loud circumstance aren't we at war on the homefront already?
Hi-Q: summmmermmer
** inspired by this piece: you call that poetry?! as a minimal poem
Hi-Q: reality
we are living in a simulation, just of our own making reality is constructed by your brain
HiQ: wildflowers sway
the beauty just off the shoulder claustrophobia in broad dayliGht black victims look gagged by roya marsh
Hi-Q: hints of appalachia
quilt squares amongst the barn wood trees by johnny cash
Hi-Q: what?
why don't we all do as we say and not as we do? "how in the world can you possibly begin to categorize the people of a community whom you do not know at...
Hi-Q: counting masks
the anxiety of sustenance procurement heartbreaking
Hi-Q: intruding leaves
the return after neglect listen
Hi-Q: birdio
bringing the outdoors in via inner ear kamau brathwaite reading negus the full reading poem talk podcast discussing negus
Hi-Q: humidity
a moist embrace upon opening the door california poem by johnny cash
Hi-Q: it's tuesday!
firefly season is also firework season apparently cry… by eile nitzel mena