Poetry by Hicok
Calling Him Back from Layoff I called a man today. After he said hello and I said hello came a
Read MoreCalling Him Back from Layoff I called a man today. After he said hello and I said hello came a
Read MoreThat’s the Job That’s the job, he said, shrugging his shoulders and running his hand through his hair, like Dante,
Read MoreTo Abuelita Neli This is my 14th time pressing roses in fake passports for each year I haven’t climbed marañón
Read Morethe boy’s face climbed back down the twelve-year tunnel of its becoming, a charcoal sunflower swallowing itself. Who has eyes
Read MoreThe evening news helicopters compete for the best camera angle above the water, fighting to find anything worthy of coverage.
Read MoreThe teacher can’t hear the children over all this monsoon racket, all the zillion spoons whacking the rusty roofs, all
Read MoreFor Chino In the middle of that desert that didn’t look like sand and sand only, in the middle
Read MoreHighlights for April 15th The gaping income and wealth inequality, increasing constrictions on democratic rights, and perilous ecological unsustainability that
Read MoreThis is for Amal, whose name means hope, who thinks of each tree she’s planted like a child, whose family
Read MoreTo hold the bird and not to crush her, that is the secret. Sand turned too quickly to cement and
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