Monthly Archives: November 2022

Since I Must Go

Posted on November 28, 2022 by Dale Hobson

While I should have been letting go of all thinking behind my half-closed eyelids, I noticed instead how the creases in my cupped palms spelled out MM–memento mori. From then until the closing bell chimed, this little poem formed in mind. … Continue reading →

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At the Turn of the Year

Posted on November 22, 2022 by Dale Hobson

Most of the time, time runs slow; change is gradual. But not always. Sometimes change is Ai-yi-yi!, sudden as a heart attack, or so it seemed when I was 14. At the Turn of the Year Like many a 14-year-old … Continue reading →

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Armistice Day

Posted on November 14, 2022 by Dale Hobson

The geese and the leaves, the last few weeks before winter conquers all have always been tinged with melancholy for me. Veterans Day commemorations conflate in my mind with the autumn Moratorium days during the Vietnam War when we marched … Continue reading →

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Laying in the Bulbs

Posted on November 6, 2022 by Dale Hobson

Reading Michael Pollan has reoriented my brain a little as regards who’s the boss of me. He reckons a mysterious vegetable intelligence has been breeding us all the while we have been breeding plants. We are symbiotic in ways we … Continue reading →

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