Patreon Launch!
Michael Dickel launches his Patreon Page, May 8, 2016! Come join the excitement, support the arts, and see what rewards await you!
Circumstances (poem)
Circumstances My eyes shutter closed. Sirens scream because what else could they say? A bomb went off in a bus just up the street from here, down from the ice cream shop, “Whipped Cream.” The kids and I walked out of it about an hour before. No one […]
The BeZine April 2016 — Celebrating Poetry Month
A tidal wave of poetry, perhaps. Michael Dickel, Contributing Editor to The BeZine While Eliot declares the cruelty of April, April also happens to be National Poetry Month in the United States and Canada. In our online, social media world, it has become an international celebration of poetry […]
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.
Flowstone Time (a poem)
What secret stories do stalactites tell? How does history hear geologic memory?
Water Poems
Broken cliffs, crashing water, quiet spirit. Three short poems related to water.
W/rites and Rhapsodies
Adeena Karasick and Michael Dickel will host an exciting tour of Israel that will hit highlights but also delve into the unusual. Throughout, the tour will inspire, prompt, encourage you to write with workshops, performances, and lots of deep language play.
Wrestling, names, and shipwrecks
Any passage (metaphorically or literally) contains within it its messengers, its struggles, its need for wrestling.
13 Line Experiment (2009)
In the developing neuro-network, gaia, quantum determinism
unfolds into refracted realities, glimmering sparks, momentum
of free will…
Calling All Poets for #NationalPoetryMonth
That’s right! April is POETRY MONTH on A Life Among the Pages. And even better, April is NATIONAL POETRY MONTH all over the United States (and other countries, since social media helps these things spread worldwide)… Source: Calling All Poets for #NationalPoetryMonth
Winter window—a poem with art
Winter window Outside the opportune window one pink head survives above geranium leaves blowing in the winter wind, covered with cold rain dropped from dimmed desire. The basil released its hope in the face of the war— forces of December and January— mere stalks rising above the window box, darkly silhouetted, […]
The Hero’s Journey and the Void Within: Poetics for Change
The Hero’s Journey—hybrid essay on an experimental poetics for epistemological and ontological change (perspective and reality).
Non-State Terror Attacks
Using a Wikipedia list, even with all of its faults, provides a sobering view of terror in the world. The countries listed below were the sites of at least one and often several terror attacks in the last (almost) three years. Some of those attacks resulted only in injuries, most […]
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 […]
