Sunday brunch Tuesday
Deconstruction
I’ll take your hyper-inflated
phallus, ego-distended balloon,
id-fueled hot-air engine…
Three poems | memory | gary lundy
Three poems | memory | gary lundy
These three poems play on memory, nostalgia, loss, and longing.
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.
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.”
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 […]
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.
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…
Meta/ Phor(e) /Play 