because every thing

everything is between

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

news finding ways back

to silence

seismic, your being here

is known

tape, rope, or time never

really loops

the smell just before it falls—

as smiles starting

nocturnal sorts—swishing in

a black cup of sky

leaning upon itself—gusts

battering

green and red memory

tripping tumblers

without suns—hearts of light

beaming anyway