Archive (Page 8) • Hi-Q • Buttondown

Hi-Q: honey dweller

hovering low like the sun bee drones through the slow morning

Hi-Q: sixty o’clock

surrealistic afternoon in the suburbs of summer [absent: marie kondo]

Hi-Q: seedlings

planting a promise at the altar of time

Hi-Q: spring rain

clouds and leaves drip the green curtains closed —- monday marked two years of hi-q thanks for coming along for the ride

Hi-Q: buying blooms

an alchemy of marigolds in the cart bamboo shoot six pack

Hi-Q: memory dances

refracted across the mirror chromosomal light and heart memory —- happy earth day

Hi-Q: memory dance

memory’s rainbow taunts the cat in the breeze

Hi-Q: jelly jar top

spring breeze dances to its own tune

Hi-Q: cloud fat

cloud fat heavy behind the trees like a Miyazaki

Hi-Q: cotton candy clouds

spring sticky sweet in the air

upon closer inspection another world within our own bug belly the color of leaf

Hi-Q: barkapalooza

the chase and escape followed by heckling

spring’s explosion narrows the sky —- forgot to send this last night. whoops.

Hi-Q: corner gutter

furred thief searches the gutter for a score —- stumbled on the hay(na)ku form today and thought i’d give it a go

Hi-Q: jelly smear

spring morning the promise of harvest sprouts behind the coffee

Hi-Q: inventory

arrayed for the counting like so many miles implements and accessories

tools laid out like scraps of a job done

Hi-Q: dusty vent

between clean rooms dusty vents and bird poop on the windows

Hi-Q: possum skull

inspect the reaction / turn towards the sensation nature cycles —- inspired in part by

Hi-Q: irregularity

steady beat; the drift of analog machine

in an instant spring has arrived

Hi-Q: unidentified lights

synchronicity of serendipity and strange times at twilight

Hi-Q: fake plastic trees

disguises flimsier than groucho glasses beaming tower "tree"

pastel plasticene palace for a different yolk hoppy easter if it’s your kind of thing

Hi-Q: car curtain

it’s been a rather david lynchian weekend so far

Hi-Q: local flavor

mountain main drag variations on a theme later this month will mark two years of sending a haiku like object out every day (pandemic time exchange rate...

mountain country still life color palette four haiku by kris hemensley

Hi-Q: crow head

hiking crow predatory through dandelion stalks bobbing 25 haiku by marilyn chin

lost and lost again seeking in search of found

Hi-Q: shock of red

cardinal hopping amongst the new green chainsaw drone

Hi-Q: asterisks

the reality and it's versification sunset

Hi-Q: asterisks

the reality and it’s versification sunset

Hi-Q: tip of the needle

storm cloud playing at night headlights swing across tree trunks

Hi-Q: spring moon

new bloom on the pear spring moon

Hi-Q: pineapple straw

it’s cures all the way down with tiny umbrellas on top

Hi-Q: graffiti foothills

sudden industry intruding on the escape check out the awesome experimental violinist/musician laura ortman hard to beat her bio intro of "rosined-out beast...

Hi-Q: roosterhead

distracted by absence and lack of words the last word was invented by an ai

Hi-Q: cloud fossil

canvases for a curious mind to mold or climb

who is attached to what and to whom? missed this yesterday, happy spring

truck route tourism [freedom/anchor] of the foothills makes me think of the band METZ

Hi-Q: cauliflower cloud

seeing shapes in clouds and their memory like water

Hi-Q: turn turn turn

mystery of accumulation trial and error

Hi-Q: growing luck

exploding head haiku happy st. patrick’s day

Hi-Q: refracted window

horse plot hay bale rain window fenced off fancying ex(ile) by desiree c. bailey i recommend listening to it

Hi-Q: skriiiitch bong

more like im-paw-v

Hi-Q: pressure blooms

breathing deep of blooming spring the flowers a second blossom in my sinuses

Hi-Q: spryng beckons

the inhale and unfamiliarity with that which is called common don’t forget about your clocks

Hi-Q: stone littered

mind cleared sound of water

ranges refracted through the windshield rhododendron leaves lazy in the stream

is it not the flame but the intent that should be feared