Poems by Bob Hicok
What Would Freud Say?
... Urban the 8th had heads cut off ...
Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence
... This threw her off the scent of my anguishas did the cement mixer of my voice, as did ...
Sudden Movements
... Surgeons can fuse vertebrae, a welders art, ...
The Maple
... The Mapleis a system of posture for wood ...
By Their Works
... In Da Vinci, the blue robed apostle ...
Spirit Dity Of No Fax Line Dial Tone
... All is an illusion I say by disassembling my fists, letting each ...
Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem
... in each of the places we meet,in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying ...
