Surrealist dreamscape through a wormhole—a poem by Michael Dickel.
Short poem and art—a cold and wet egret. I could say I have no egrets, but it wouldn’t be true.
Two poems recall nuclear anxiety, one by Mike Stone, one by Michael Dickel.
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.
Two poems by Michael Rothenberg and Mitko Gogov, friends of Michael Dickel from 100TPC.
What secret stories do stalactites tell? How does history hear geologic memory?
Broken cliffs, crashing water, quiet spirit. Three short poems related to water.
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.
Any passage (metaphorically or literally) contains within it its messengers, its struggles, its need for wrestling.
In the developing neuro-network, gaia, quantum determinism
unfolds into refracted realities, glimmering sparks, momentum
of free will…
I wrote the first draft of this poem twenty years ago, give or take a few months. Although I have sent it out many times, it never seems to have caught an editor’s attention. So, time to let it fly on its own here. Perhaps you will see […]
“Lately I’ve been waiting for the FBI to arrest me as a fraud,
or the CIA to hire me to spy on the inner lives of fools and idiots.”
“Michael Dickel’s new book is an explosive tour de force. From Breaking News to all that shivers beneath the surface, it takes us on a visceral ride as the rockets are falling through screaming surfaces, tunnels cease fires and death tolls; rocketing all night through missiles, mortars, sensors, sirens, […]
3 poems, in English, on Margutte: Non-rivista online di letteratura e altro. http://ow.ly/Nh14f
Some poems of mine have just been posted, translated into Italian, on Margutte: Non-rivista online di letteratura e altro. Thank you to Silvia Pio, editor and translator. http://ow.ly/Nh08Y
Fun-house mirror universe i Today they accidentally warped space, bent it faster than light-speed— our future joy-ride mirrors the past in a reflecting universe from the omega-alpha. Mirror-time runs from the future. We scurry from the past, dance in some now to big-bang tunes. ii Big-bang music plays, […]
This is my free poetry book for those who ask… So many things to say so many bargain books, books online, bookshops turning into used books, book store-chic nostalgia as the textbooks […]
Two poems to go with paintings of Greenland. Art by Judith Appleton, poems by Michael Dickel.