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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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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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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Flowers Dress to Please the Bees

Posted on February 27, 2023 by Dale Hobson

People, and poets in particular, easily fall into thinking that the beaty of the world is created just for their pleasure. Yeah, but no. Flowers Dress to Please the Bees Few regard the sundew deep in the marshor delight in … Continue reading →

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Fluid Dynamics

Posted on February 24, 2023 by Dale Hobson

Just ran across a draft of this written back when I was doing an April poem-a-s-day challenge. I think it cleans up nicely. Fluid Dynamics The whirlpool behind Sugar Island damwhere snowmelt drops to the penstocksends ripples back across the … Continue reading →

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An English Major Explains the Universe

Posted on February 18, 2023 by Dale Hobson

I once read Stephen Hawking’s “A Brief History of Time.” Heavy sledding, but there was this one bright moment when it all became perfectly clear. My hair stood on end for about five seconds, and then it all fell apart … Continue reading →

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