Author Archives: Dale Hobson

Easter Rising

Posted on April 28, 2022 by Dale Hobson

I’m a little behind the season with this. I kept going back to it, revising, revising revisions, dropping stanzas, rewriting the closing more than once. Now bluets, daffodils, and hyacinths are blooming too, in the churchyard and around the village. … Continue reading →

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Dead Mailbox Daydream

Posted on April 21, 2022 by Dale Hobson

It’s such a relief, when coming back to town after a couple days away, to find the house still atop the cellar hole, with no trees come through the roof or any evidence of fire damage, that it takes a … Continue reading →

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Wanting the Storm to Break

Posted on April 15, 2022 by Dale Hobson

I was feeling agitated the other night. It was an old familiar feeling of confinement, constraint, that 30 years of sobriety has not erased. But later, when I began to hear the storm in the distance, I realized it was … Continue reading →

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As April Comes

Posted on March 31, 2022 by Dale Hobson

The hinge of the season is an interesting time. Not the one, not the other, but blending both. Its own thing, really, were we not so ingrained in our dualisms. April only seems a cruel month if you have no … Continue reading →

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News of the World

Posted on March 10, 2022 by Dale Hobson

Photo: Apostoloff, Creative Commons, some rights reserved. The other day I fell into the war news and couldn’t climb back out. While I should have been in meditation in my Tai Chi class, rockets and bombs were in my mind. … Continue reading →

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New Year dreams of spring

Posted on January 4, 2022 by Dale Hobson

In some ways my property looks like the aftermath of battle. Blow down, cut-down, deadfall, invasive species, overgrowth, old farm ruins. But snow covers many sins and cold weather gives the armchair general a perfect chance to game out his … Continue reading →

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How Everything Didn’t Change

Posted on September 11, 2021 by Dale Hobson

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

Posted on September 10, 2021 by Dale Hobson
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Jigsaw Buddha

Posted on May 12, 2021 by Dale Hobson

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

Posted on May 8, 2021 by Dale Hobson

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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