Her My Body By Bob Hicok

Her My Body about the left nipple of the woman in the bathroom. She is drying her hair, the woman whose left …

The Maple By Bob Hicok

The Maple is a system of posture for wood. A way of not falling down for twigs that happens to benefit birds. …

In The Loop By Bob Hicok

In The Loop I heard from people after the shootings. People I knew well or barely or not at all. Largely the …

Toward Accuracy By Bob Hicok

Toward Accuracy We’re high enough that what I call fog might be cloud. Not Everest high, or Chomuolungma, “Mother Goddess of the …

Learning To Swim By Bob Hicok

Learning To Swim At forty-eight, to be given water, which is most of the world, given life in water, which is most …

Translator’s Note By Bob Hicok

Translator’s Note There is a tradition in Laparone that the first man to wake each morning must sweep shadows from his porch …

Epithalamium By Bob Hicok

Epithalamium A bee in the field. The house on the mountain reveals itself to have been there through summer. It’s not a …

Mortal Shower By Bob Hicok

Mortal Shower I met my butt in a Pittsburgh hotel room. My face still looks like my face but not my butt, …

Unmediated Experience By Bob Hicok

Unmediated Experience She does this thing. Our seventeen- year-old dog. Our mostly deaf dog. Our mostly dead dog, statistically speaking. When I …

Duke By Bob Hicok

Duke He was hit back of the head for a haul of $15, a Diner’s Club Card and picture of his daughter …

O My Pa-Pa By Bob Hicok

O My Pa-Pa Our fathers have formed a poetry workshop. They sit in a circle of disappointment over our fastballs and wives. …

Prodigal By Bob Hicok

Prodigal You could drive out of this country and attack the world with your ambition, invent wonder plasmas, become an artist of …

Sudden Movements By Bob Hicok

Sudden Movements My father’s head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head …

An Old Story By Bob Hicok

An Old Story It’s hard being in love with fireflies. I have to do all the pots and pans. When asked to …

Go Greyhound By Bob Hicok

Go Greyhound A few hours after Des Moines the toilet overflowed. This wasn’t the adventure it sounds. I sat with a man …

Full Flight By Bob Hicok

Full Flight I’m in a plane that will not be flown into a building. It’s a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two …

By Their Works By Bob Hicok

By Their Works Who cleaned up the Last Supper? These would be my people. Maybe hung over, wanting desperately a better job, …