Wet Egret | Poem
Short poem and art—a cold and wet egret. I could say I have no egrets, but it wouldn’t be true.
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.
coffee brews Wednesday
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.
Sunday brunch Tuesday
Deconstruction
I’ll take your hyper-inflated
phallus, ego-distended balloon,
id-fueled hot-air engine…
Faster than the speed of light | poem
Time twists around after scientists think they’ve accelerated a particle faster than light (it was a loose wire…)
Falling | poem
An old man remembers when time stood still as a bike tipped too far going around a corner and what it was like to fall out to space.
Falling out of the world | poem
A surreal poem in a minor key, falling out of the world and into the arms of one who lives in dreams.
A Poem in F
This fantastic figuration of f-words features consonance oh such consonance in an experimental play of sound(ing) mean(ing).
Hybrid: Warm Hunger
This hybrid between non-fiction, found poetry, & experimental-performance poetry connects hunger-stress-climate change and war. It hints at a desire for peace, & harmony.
Three Poems (from The BeZine)
Three poems set on a farm about faith in the seen and unseen and what may be coming from acts of love. Appears also in The BeZine.
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 […]
En Gedi (Poem)
A short imagistic poem about respite from death’s pursuit through briefly glimpsed revelation.
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.”
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 […]
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?
Meta/ Phor(e) /Play 