a cold knife through
open the door
of forever change
in the pepper mill
crocodile skinned pine
through the door
I quite like the poem Door in the Mountain by Jean Valentine
& the doorframe
propped, a kickstand
for lease facade rot
Maybe I have a thing for door poems…
watching my heart
in my foot
_a good poem about moonlight, and more_
Today (April 2, 2022) is the 3 year anniversary of Hi-Q as a daily project. Of this specific instance of my haiku obsession, er, journey.
Today is also the end of this particular incarnation of that obsession (for now?). After somewhere around 1,100 consuctive days of Hi-Q (if my math is correct).
I started entertaining the thought the other day, and then realized that day happened to be the 3 year anniversary of the Instagram post that kicked this whole thing off.
Hi-Q will live on, but in new formats and experiments. My immediate, post-daily poem plans are to organize the archives and create some book-like objects to house them. It’s something I’ve been meaning and wanting to do for a while, so now is the time. Plus, I might learn some things that come in handy for future Hi-Q experiments.
What are these new experiments and formats I keep hinting at? Haven’t the foggiest! But I think the broadstroke ideas fall into three general categories:
I also just want to read, think, and write more about haiku, not just make haiku. I think I hit a point where the daily aspect of this current version became more primary than the haiku portion. I need to disrupt that habitual rhythm in order to explore (I already feel more excited about and creative with haiku again since making this decision).
Over the past few years of doing this I’ve collected a group of questions that will likely lead my future experiments. They are:
All that to say, things around here will be different, but they will still be haiku.
hawks hover above
with promise of rain
heavy with rain
hawks hover above