Beware false prophecies and Amerika for spatial lies for ambling waves of greed…
When they made strange fire in an idolatrous offering, the earth opened and swallowed them whole—as now, with the inauguration of Fub, The Pretender, 20 Jan 2017. Prose poem by Michael Dickel.
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.
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 […]
An epistemological poem on the winter solstice, philosophy, and a ginger cat—by Michael Dickel, with digital artwork.
Afraid & weak, NAZI werewolves bark, bite, howl, yip. If they didn’t run in packs, they’d be nothing, pornography.
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
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 […]
Saturday evening song — Song of Obscurity (poem) — on Fragmentarily/ Meta-Phor(e) /Play
Today’s online event for 100TPC 2016. Share your writing, art, music, videos, thoughts that relate to the themes of peace, sustainability, and social justice by posting them to our website today… Read the rest and share your work: 100TPC — 2016
Two poems recall nuclear anxiety, one by Mike Stone, one by Michael Dickel.
Two examples of socially-engaged poets from the first half of the Twentieth Century—W B Yeats and John Cornford.
Three poems by Hungarian poet Kinga Fabó, translated into English and in Hungarian.
As he wrote Musée des Beaux Arts
Auden danced with Isherwood. He asked about a young man
who had caught their attention long ago in Berlin.
I’ll take your hyper-inflated
phallus, ego-distended balloon,
id-fueled hot-air engine…
Three poems | memory | gary lundy
These three poems play on memory, nostalgia, loss, and longing.
Two poems by Michael Rothenberg and Mitko Gogov, friends of Michael Dickel from 100TPC.
Because of the fear monster infecting this country, Joy Harjo has offered to share this poem, this song.