Category Archives: The Other Village

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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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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Another rainy Monday

Posted on October 19, 2020 by Dale Hobson

As we teeter on the brink of the election and a third peak of the pandemic, it’s the little ordinary things that stubbornly remain ordinary that I find so discombobulating. Given the tumult of event and emotion, there should be … Continue reading →

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Gathering Chi

Posted on September 29, 2020 by Dale Hobson

In my Facebook feed the other day was a picture of muppets from Sesame Street saying “The year 2020 is brought to you by the letters W, T and F.” Too true. In my Tai Chi class, we start by … Continue reading →

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Reading Chinese poets

Posted on September 21, 2020 by Dale Hobson

I first started reading Chinese poetry in high school. transporting myself from small-town ’60s America into mountains and rivers without end. Now I find myself going back to the first books I bought for myself back then and re-reading them … Continue reading →

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In the spring of fever

Posted on April 25, 2020 by Dale Hobson

Staying home is light duty when compared to the daily round of danger faced by health workers and all the other essential neighbors who live fully exposed to the coronavirus pandemic. But even light duty gets old after long enough. … Continue reading →

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Tie in My Pocket

Posted on October 25, 2016 by Dale Hobson

I’ve been a fellow at the Adirondack Center for Writing’s Anne LaBastille Writing Residency down in the mountains for the last two weeks. Here is one poem to come out of that excellent and intensive program. Tie in My Pocket … Continue reading →

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New poem: Question Period

Posted on October 12, 2011 by Dale Hobson

I wrote this yesterday afternoon after being driven from my office by multiple cement drills boring into the wall to anchor a new layer of brick. Sure was more peaceful out back. —DH Question Period On the grass around the … Continue reading →

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Revising Men at the Library

Posted on September 3, 2011 by Dale Hobson

I was quite pleased with “Men at the Library” when I first posted it, hot from my fevered brow. But I soon realized that I had made a simple mistake in strategy that weakened the poem. Repeatedly, I talked about … Continue reading →

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