The dead have no ears, no answering machines that we know of, still we call. — Bob Hicok Copy Share Image
My heart/ is whatever temperature a heart is/ in a man who doesn't believe in heaven. — Bob Hicok Copy Share Image
“When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life, in each place and forever.” — Bob Hicok Failure Copy Share Image
“i can't prove this but i can't prove you're a good person though i suspect you're a good person.” — Bob Hicok Good person Copy Share Image
I will beg, will take to my knees, will listen to snow stroking air, a sky of gasps, will open my mouth,… — Bob Hicok Copy Share Image
“You might think and be so marvelously right about praise that you open your door one day and the day walks in… — Bob Hicok Praise Copy Share Image
“Making it in poetry The young teller at the credit union asked why so many small checks from universities? Because I write… — Bob Hicok Poetry Copy Share Image
Here, when I say I never want to be without you, somewhere else I am saying I never want to be without… — Bob Hicok Copy Share Image
“I like the idea of different theres and elsewheres, an Idaho known for bluegrass, a Bronx where people talk like violets smell.… — bob hicok Change Copy Share Image
“I had no business trying to see you leave, see death arrive, I owe you an apology, an elegy, I owe you… — Bob Hicok Business Copy Share Image
“In other languages, you are beautiful- mort, muerto- I wish I spoke moon, I wish the bottom of the ocean were sitting… — Bob Hicok Cell phone Copy Share Image
“ Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of… — Bob Hicok Copy Share Image
“Torn The internet’s all show, no actual cunnilingus has transpired between us. This has been smoke signals from eye to eye. And… — Bob Hicok Communication Copy Share Image
