Author Archives: Dale Hobson

November Light

Two years ago I had this idea that each month of the year shone with its own unique quality of light, and that I should write a twelve-poem cycle that would capture those qualities. Until yesterday, I had managed to … Continue reading

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Missing August Light

Two years ago I had this idea that each month of the year shone with its own unique quality of light, and that I should write a twelve-poem cycle that would capture those qualities. As it is with many summer … Continue reading

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New poem: I see the snow has fallen

Finally, a poem fresh from the oven. February Light I see the snow has fallen overnight, pure and shining as the New Jerusalem set down outside my kitchen window. Cupping a white mug of black coffee, I peer into woods … Continue reading

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Bells and Cannon

I had begun to write this poem in April 2012 when I cannibalized the topic for a Listening Post essay. I later came back to it, the subject not leaving me alone until I did. Bells and Cannon The first … Continue reading

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New poem: Trail of Tears

Sliding in at the last minute again with an assignment poem written for tonight’s St. Lawrence Area Poets (SLAP) meeting. The topical assignment for the month: write about cold.   Trail of Tears The snow, fine and thick as smoke, … Continue reading

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Night Conference: two revisions

In the original draft of Night Conference (previous post) I used the device of casting the poem in the second person. I was dealing with an inside-the-head moment–a situation where, as a writer, I frequently go off the rails. By … Continue reading

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New poem: Night Conference

SLAP (St. Lawrence Area Poets) monthly meeting in a few minutes. So once again my inspiration is peer pressure. Can’t show up empty-handed. This comes from my rare solo forays away from the North Country, usually to attend a conference … Continue reading

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Assignment: a poem about the “cloud”

I wrote this yesterday as well, in order to be able to show my face at the St. Lawrence Area Poets (SLAP) meeting with a completed assignment. The assignment comes from the newest computer buzz-word, “the cloud” indicating a non-specific … Continue reading

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New poem: Question Period

I wrote this yesterday afternoon after being driven from my office by multiple cement drills boring into the wall to anchor a new layer of brick. Sure was more peaceful out back. —DH Question Period On the grass around the … Continue reading

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Notes on Just Before the Fall and How it Slipped way

How it Slipped Away was written in a single session shortly after waking from the dream described. I see it as not only about the specific occasion, but about all those times when a notion comes along that could make … Continue reading

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