Hi-Q: heat dome
thunder then everything quiets the wait the return — never lock your doors (a play)
Hi-Q: motorik
accidental techno afternoon before the critters come out this essay about poetry readings
Hi-Q: anthroplasticene
day-glo shark fin soup of humidity —- washing the dishes: ars poetica
Hi-Q: cockroaching
a more surprising sight outdoors the cockroach
Hi-Q: skittering slack
stop start slide a day passes this poetic missive from neko case toying with an idea: would you like to hear some of the background on how this "haiku" came...
Hi-Q: the tomato
gradient of ripening the fruit of summer on the vine punk show posters
Hi-Q: gentle rain
the white noise of rain and low light a hint from nature these raw haiku
Hi-Q: edge of thunder
green leaves bluegrass summer rain
Hi-Q: spread eagle
mad dash to a weedy bank jumping a rubicon of litter, leaves
Hi-Q: looking sky
a canvas for our eyes to be the brains they are easily fooled a still life that is anything but still by c.d. wright
Hi-Q: weekend
hoping for an escape at the end of the loop this absurdist comic poem by stevie smith
Hi-Q: monochrome memories
words anchoring into memory like tides forgot to mention that i found the poem recommended in yesterday’s Hi-Q via the poetry off the shelf podcast
Hi-Q: flowers filled
flowers: the peak of life flowers: symbols of its opposite burning haibun by torrin a. greathouse (it’s a heavy one)
Hi-Q: woodland techno
summer night club pulse from the critters —- three sneezes filling the gas tank haiku by john stevenson from his book quiet enough
Hi-Q: impermanence
luxury of a bubble in summer air the moment
Hi-Q: red things
drops of red amongst the leaves blood amongst so many emeralds
Hi-Q: dead flowers
blooms amongst the rot a metaphor? keeping the smoke hole open favorite line: but do they grow corn on your tongue when you speak them?
Hi-Q: fool’s gold
fireflies, like gold chasing the glimmer (crow eyed man) —- It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is...
Hi-Q: sun flare
gathering bits like a bowerbird in the river of time the color of dirt in sun weeds & flowers clouds across the hand haiku by marcia arrieta in ant ant ant...
Hi-Q: you wasn't
biscuit plays chicken grease chicken liver brick wall not waving but drowning by stevie smith (a poem)