Jerusalem’s Garden — Hybrid
A hybrid essay-fiction flash set in a mystical garden that doesn’t exist in Jerusalem Recalled but possibly in Jerusalem Imagined.
Resist! —2 Poems
Beware false prophecies and Amerika for spatial lies for ambling waves of greed…
15 January 2017— Poem
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.
My New Book is Out!
The Palm Reading after The Toad’s Garden (Is a Rose Press 2016), my fourth book, gathers flash fiction written in recent years (much of it for this blog)—from a series of surreal memoryscapes (featuring the woman with a beard and her friend, the metaphysical toad) to flash thrillers […]
Werewolves—The Hounds of Hate
Afraid & weak, NAZI werewolves bark, bite, howl, yip. If they didn’t run in packs, they’d be nothing, pornography.
Hate is not the opposite of Love
My latest piece in The BeZine— After the election I find it difficult to write (just, justly) about (love, loving kindness, grace). Followed, as the election was, by the death of Leonard Cohen… Source: Hate is not the opposite of Love
Rename to Fragmentarily/ Meta-Phor(e) /Play
Hi there imagined readers, I have renamed my blog from Fragments of Michael Dickel to Fragmentarily/ Meta-Phor(e) /Play as I move towards publishing more writing by others and having my blog more of a journal / personal literary magazine of writing and writers that I like. I expect to […]
A Poem in F
This fantastic figuration of f-words features consonance oh such consonance in an experimental play of sound(ing) mean(ing).
Flash Fiction, Moshe’s House In Space
This originally appeared in Fragments of Michael Dickel Sept. 2014. Thank you to G. Jamie Dedes and The BeZine for giving it a new, broader audience almost two years later! Author’s note: Sometimes, our children tell us things that they see or know, and we don’t have faith in […]
But alive | poem
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.”
Patreon Launch!
Michael Dickel launches his Patreon Page, May 8, 2016! Come join the excitement, support the arts, and see what rewards await you!
Blue Notes (collage)
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 Morn | poem | essay | photographs
Rosy photographs, rosy poems, and a discussion of poetry—hybrid writing: poem-essay-digital photography.
Hybrid Flash
This hybrid (poem-marketing-non-fiction) flash experimental writing by Michael Dickel explores our commodified society, where commerce rules via the high priests of MBA-think. Go ahead. Buy into it. “Brand” yourself. And remember, slaves and cattle are also branded. Brand-name recognition recklessly pursued in the name of prophets of the profit margin.
Veiled Lady (a poem)
I stood. I stared. The guard harumphed. But I wanted to touch the light of mystery.
SNR—(hybrid word dance)
McLuhan was right. My (re)formulation: Noise = Medium = Signal = Message | Signal to Noise Ration(al)(ity) embodies our overloaded information technology society and its marketeering bandits.
Wrestling, names, and shipwrecks
Any passage (metaphorically or literally) contains within it its messengers, its struggles, its need for wrestling.
Message on an asteroid…
. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock sounds. But time has stopped here. It ended when night fell over us all. We thought that time had pressed on, but this was an illusion. The spreading of blood across a full moon and darkening of a sun had fooled […]
Meta/ Phor(e) /Play 