Archive (Page 7) • Hi-Q • Buttondown

Hi-Q: water like glass

seeking poetry in fragments and offhand remarks

Hi-Q: grapefruit sunrise

slice of ruby red on the horizon salted lip

Hi-Q: elephants in the roses

blanket: magic carpet of imagination why space is not the wild west & the wanderers (a visually stunning short film)

curbside ring for the nut belt smackdown (painting with ai) testimony by hafizah geter (a poem to make you wince) found via the main event newsletter (a...

Hi-Q: the light

golden hour shower; or, the threat of… 13 rules (a.k.a. good advice)

Hi- Q: precocious clouds

sky different in the space between clouds than the space apart

Hi-Q: branch bounce

cicada chorus swell soundtrack to summer nights

Hi-Q: technicolor kudzu

the camera and the eye two different lenses on the same scene

Hi-Q: elephants roses

in the room invisible / symbolic a weight

Hi-Q: the weight

verdant lead yet stirred by a gentle breeze —- rainy days like today at totoro weather for me

Hi-Q: firefly messengers

the harbinger of the season returns —- what if eileen myles was a kennedy?

Hi-Q: locked groove fugue

hypnotism of repetition repetition

shoulder’s unexpected guest leaves minted green —- today’s recommendation: mint

the scape wants its land back seeking shade

Hi-Q: aphid invasion

remnants of an idea gone awry and its consequences kudzu

the claustrophobia of summer

Hi-Q: cloud carp

haiku like a fish catch and release

syncopated wake waves

the slow boil of a sunrise like a potted frog —- i’ve started playing with the blues poem form which, at its most basic, follows the classic song form: three...

Hi-Q: wingspan memory

banking the bird only hints at size before disappearing

Hi-Q: serpentine sun

sundial state of a day by the window

Hi-Q: totoro treeline

sky painted between the trees and the promise of spirits —- poems by camille guthrie

Hi-Q: ripe moon

ripe moon plucked from the branch to bleach the clouds —- can’t get enough of this song today

ozone like kudzu // creeping mind between reception // scanning

Hi-Q: dandy lions

a thousand suns tethered with their cloud cousins like zeppelins on the lawn —- well this is a fun radio play

Hi-Q: bundt pan mantra

the resonance of space left empty leaves in the corner a poem that makes you say "damn"

Hi-Q: 🌈 🥛

through the swamp of memory the nose cuts

Hi-Q: 🐿 💃

scampering through the periphery squirrel, thought, sanity

Hi-Q: piping in

ears and eyes mismatched scenes

Hi-Q: bowls sing

air laden with sounds to soothe and landscapers

peppers awaiting the can wilt in the sun

stone frog sits lotus a rock falls in

Hi-Q: vacant lot

artifacts of a forgotten reason protect the weeds

clear cut acres flat packed cardboard box community kit 75 dollar bill

Hi-Q: lawnmower

rush to the window to seek the source of the birdsong speaker

rain drop magnifying glass mint tea steam

Hi-Q: electric ivy

squirrel on a wire morning traffic

Hi-Q: wind chimes

prism plays the breeze

Hi-Q: morning commute

sailing down the highway trailer trawler —- happy mother’s day

Hi-Q: cosmic convenience

cement star in plain sight yet just out of seeing

Hi-Q: stream of:

stream of tar black over tree-choked water —- death fugue by paul celan (poem)

bobbing just off center consciousness on the shoulder —- these fake fliers are kind of poem like, maybe

Hi-Q: assemblage of memories

memories like fallen petals at the base of a peony bloom

Hi-Q: like gorillas

gauze on the ridge line branches heavy with rain

Hi-Q: wet leaves

doppler ouija crystal ball waiting for the rain

Hi-Q: uninvited guests

delicate blooms a respite from the advancing thorns early blackberries —- cool eastern euro zine

Hi-Q: masked up

first of may mediated by mask and glass saturated colorways

Hi-Q: propagation

aerial seeding from outstretched hands spring tree

Hi-Q: neighbors

not all neighbors are property owners in the “modern” sense predator and prey —- five poems by chen chen

Hi-Q: broken crown

new growth wild fruit of another leaf in the plum’s place —- a plum tree died and was overtaken by something growing from the base that an ai tells me is a...