eyes never still
because every thing
everything is between
eyes never still
because every thing
everything is between
First, if you’ve been quietly following my haiku and senryu, thank you.
Though I’ve learned to never say never by writing a message like this before, I feel finished with Haiku Streak. If you’ve been following this space, you must have noticed my late posts, my spotty attention, and my large compensatory haiku dumps when I found the will to catch up. Let’s be honest—2020 has been as challenging here as it has been everywhere. I’m tired. Attention suffers.
So today I’m offering no post on Haiku Streak. I can’t say if I’ll be back, but I’d love to hear from anyone who has been listening.
The strangest aspect of the internet may be its promise to bring rich connections and then delivering noise. I like to think I’m not noise, but these days who can avoid contributing?
I’ll leave this site up as a museum. I’ll see you if I see you… and thanks again.
David
all the shouted
news finding ways back
to silence
though no footfall is
seismic, your being here
is known
surprise—unreeling
tape, rope, or time never
really loops
imagine snow—
the smell just before it falls—
as smiles starting
wheeling dreams—
nocturnal sorts—swishing in
a black cup of sky
a sheaf of wheat
leaning upon itself—gusts
battering
some unlocked something—
green and red memory
tripping tumblers
they’re now stories—rays
without suns—hearts of light
beaming anyway