Surrealist dreamscape through a wormhole—a poem by Michael Dickel.
Faruk Buzhala, an Albanian from Kosovo, shares three poems—one written in English, two translated from Albanian.
Short poem and art—a cold and wet egret. I could say I have no egrets, but it wouldn’t be true.
“Her (dis)like of poetry showed through
her pure contempt while reading it.…” —poem on Marianne Moore’s “Poetry.”
Want to dive into monstrous conversations firing missiles across continental divides? Write your opinion! Hybrid flash by Michael Dickel
Storm-driven sea and terror-driven police—combine images for our time. | Poem by Michael Dickel
The poem has four stanzas of 9 lines each, for 36 lines (double 18), not counting the epigrams from Genet. Each line has 9 syllables. The total number of syllables is 324, plus the 36 lines, equals 360—the number of degrees in a circle. Chai, Hebrew for life, equals 18 according to gematria. So, 36 lines, double 18, is double life.
An ant, a piece of dinosaur’s tail, stuck in amber—art, science, poetry. Ekphrasis of Amber, a poem by Michael Dickel, artwork by Judith Appleton.
A hybrid essay-fiction flash set in a mystical garden that doesn’t exist in Jerusalem Recalled but possibly in Jerusalem Imagined.
The MLK weekend, a rainy day near Jerusalem, contemplating the U.S. inauguration coming up Friday, 20 Jan, 2017. A prose poem by Michael Dickel.
An epistemological poem on the winter solstice, philosophy, and a ginger cat—by Michael Dickel, with digital artwork.
A short imagistic poem about respite from death’s pursuit through briefly glimpsed revelation.
This poem struggles in the middle of the night, wrestling with my 61st birthday and sense of failure. The poem begins:
“You want to sleep—but across the tundra,
or perhaps desert hard scrabble. The time
change lags behind and no one wants to
fund you, not even you.”
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Poetry Month 2016 | Fragments of Michael Dickel Water Poems (a poem) Flowstone Time (a poem) SNR—Hybrid Word Dance Veiled Lady (a poem) My Brand Here (Hybrid Flash) Rosy Morn | Poem | Essay | Photographs Blue Notes (collage | poem) The BeZine April 2016 — Celebrating Poetry […]
Rosy photographs, rosy poems, and a discussion of poetry—hybrid writing: poem-essay-digital photography.
I stood. I stared. The guard harumphed. But I wanted to touch the light of mystery.
What secret stories do stalactites tell? How does history hear geologic memory?