Author Archives: Dale Hobson

Continuing Resolutions

Posted on May 4, 2023 by Dale Hobson

While helping a friend clean out her house in preparation for a cross-country relocation, another helper asked me if I had ever published a particular poem in one of my books. I had read it live on-air for the January … Continue reading →

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Young and Old

Posted on April 19, 2023 by Dale Hobson

I started this poem Sunday, before snow fell upon the daffodils of today’s haiku. But even a foolish hope is better than none. I have this notion that wisdom is more for the brain, whereas the heart is given to … Continue reading →

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April haiku

Posted on April 19, 2023 by Dale Hobson

Snowflakes are fallngon seventeen daffodilsbeside the old well

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What Guys Do and Do Not Do

Posted on April 13, 2023 by Dale Hobson

Guys do not gambol,neither do they frolic. Guys keep themselvesbusy fixing things,explaining things, andturning the world’s crank. You’re welcome.

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Night Watch

Posted on March 20, 2023 by Dale Hobson

I’m often awake deep in the night. Not that I’m troubled; it’s just a feature of long life. While I might struggle to meditate during a busy day, I can easily stand by a moonlit window and just be an … Continue reading →

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A Newcomer’s Guide to North Country Winter

Posted on March 17, 2023 by Dale Hobson

Nobody starts college without going through freshman orientation and getting a student handbook. But anyone can move up north from Florida and dive straight into a North Country winter with no preparation whatsoever. What could possibly go wrong? A Newcomer’s … Continue reading →

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Spring Morning

Posted on March 15, 2023 by Dale Hobson

Sugar season: when one of my old Listening Post essays can be boiled down into 31 syllables, it tastes sweeter. Spring Morning One daffodil in a vase on the kitchen table in a pool of sunlight.Coffee in shirtsleevesbefore an open window.

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When We Were Flyers

Posted on March 12, 2023 by Dale Hobson

When you’ve lived in one place a long time, the touchstones of memory can be found anywhere, taking you by surprise, taking you back into the past between one bite and the next. When We Were Flyers While eating my … Continue reading →

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A Worrier’s Guide to the North Country

Posted on March 11, 2023 by Dale Hobson

If the regional Chambers of Commerce ever need someone to promote the many virtues of our fair neck of the woods, I stand ready to shoulder the task. For example… A Worrier’s Guide to the North Country I’ve always been … Continue reading →

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Grace

Posted on March 3, 2023 by Dale Hobson

Photo: Maliz Ong, released to public domain There is a qualitative difference between grace and its near relative, luck. Luck, for good or for ill, is bestowed randomly by an indifferent universe. Grace feels like a personal gift from one … Continue reading →

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