I wrote the first draft of this poem twenty years ago, give or take a few months. Although I have sent it out many times, it never seems to have caught an editor’s attention. So, time to let it fly on its own here. Perhaps you will see […]
Michael (Dekel) Dickel is a poet, digital artist, editor, publisher (Is a Rose Press, with gary lundy), and semi-retired educator.
“Lately I’ve been waiting for the FBI to arrest me as a fraud,
or the CIA to hire me to spy on the inner lives of fools and idiots.”
Summer Summer prattles on like a chorus of croaking frogs about all of its deep pleasures with open desire, while winter indulgently listens, knowing the strength of her own secrets. Parties all unfold this way. Spring tries to enchant, while fall quietly stands by, his eyes glinting with […]
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3 poems, in English, on Margutte: Non-rivista online di letteratura e altro. http://ow.ly/Nh14f
Some poems of mine have just been posted, translated into Italian, on Margutte: Non-rivista online di letteratura e altro. Thank you to Silvia Pio, editor and translator. http://ow.ly/Nh08Y
What are good sites / online journals / blogs related to poetics (experimental, radical, traditional, whatever), contemporary poetry, and thoughtful reviews and discussions of poets and poetry. I’m not looking for poetry sites, per se, but meta-poetry sites. Help?
Another Cup of Coffee Before I Shower It’s nine in the morning and I’ve been going for hours. The ground shook in Nepal, the riots in Baltimore— the preachers praise the winners then they blame the sinners, but all I think about is another cup of coffee before […]
Fun-house mirror universe i Today they accidentally warped space, bent it faster than light-speed— our future joy-ride mirrors the past in a reflecting universe from the omega-alpha. Mirror-time runs from the future. We scurry from the past, dance in some now to big-bang tunes. ii Big-bang music plays, […]
Under the Guise of “Religious Freedom” As a child, my family used to drive from the Chicago suburbs to the Philadelphia area once or twice a year. In the winter, we would start out in the evening, after my father came home from his last day of teaching before winter […]
This is my free poetry book for those who ask… So many things to say so many bargain books, books online, bookshops turning into used books, book store-chic nostalgia as the textbooks […]
This is not a poem; it’s a fake.
Someone else’s words, images, metaphors
creeping on cat’s feet into my mind,
clawing their way to the top of my consciousness
as though they were mine, mined
Two poems to go with paintings of Greenland. Art by Judith Appleton, poems by Michael Dickel.
Programming cultural DNA The troglodyte tree emerged from its cave exactly when three lights lit the evening sky on the New Moon that fell before the birth-month of mother owl. Just a hatchling of course, in her first month, and a growth to maturity away from motherhood—but she […]
Why she was late for dinner… A bag falls to the sidewalk, glass shatters, wine spills—a ghost woke and walked by her, a forgotten moment now scented by shiraz evaporating on hot cement. These days she simply shrugs off such occurrences—hidden minutes pour out along her path wherever […]
Yesterday in Pansy Bradshaw’s memory, may it be for a blessing for gary, as he grieves Parents of an infant girl prayed in thanks at the Kotel after so many years believing they “didn’t merit” a child— the weather nice, reasonably warm for October. At the light rail stop […]
It wasn’t the sharks I lost myself, drowning in waves of sunshine and fear. During stormy weather and when it was clear, I dove underwater to stay out of sight—that is, until sharks came that one lonely night. They struck at my legs and I knew […]
The following flash fiction responds to a prompt (the photo above) from the Short Story and Flash Fiction Society, for their second flash fiction contest; the story is 392 words, not counting the title (or this blog-post introduction). Moshe is our son’s name, he is three (almost four), and […]