Author Archives: Dale Hobson

How Everything Didn’t Change

Terry called me just after the second tower fell. My first words to her were “We’re going to war.” And of course we did, several times over. The catchphrase was “Everything changed after 9/11.” But it all looked like business … Continue reading

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After Ida

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Chill before Dawn

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Jigsaw Buddha

When dealing with a puzzle, the inclination is to take it one piece at a time, scanning, sorting, studying minute differences, getting frustrated, then boring back in. Finally, only when the last piece clicks in, do you draw back to … Continue reading

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Second Spring

Photo: Pixabay It’s hard to start living a larger life again after more than a year of hyper-vigilance. But things are starting to look better, and the return of spring certainly helps. It also helps if you haven’t been in … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning at the Diner

How can there be a village where there is no diner? Communion takes many forms. Photo: Joseph, Creative Commons, some rights reserved Sunday Morning at the Diner At first, it’s just one old fart in the cornerwho no longer sleeps … Continue reading

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False Spring

What a week – sunshine, shirtsleeves and more on the way. Though we all needed a break from winter, I can’t quite buy in. Veteran of 60+ North Country winters, I know it ain’t over until it’s over, and over … Continue reading

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In the Winter of Fever

We catapulted 2020 over the moat and into the dungheap of history only to discover 2021. Another year of yikes. And incongruously, a winter of stupefying boredom, stymied by the ankle bracelet of COVID. Sigh. In the Winter of Fever … Continue reading

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Advent 2020

This poem is set on the night of December 8, 2020 after I drove home from the masked and socially distant village with the half moon shining high in my windshield. It took me a while to get it right, … Continue reading

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Bearing Up

Wildlife are taking advantage of reduced human activity during the pandemic to show up in places where they are seldom seen. A bear moving into the stretch between Hannawa Falls and Potsdam has been the cause of some excitement, especially … Continue reading

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