“ Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of my palms tell me so. Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish at the same… — 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. Perhaps I… — bob hicok Copy Share Image
The dead have no ears, no answering machines that we know of, still we call. — Bob Hicok 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 in that chair playing cards and noticing how famous you are on my cell phone- picture of your eyes guarding your nose and the fire you set by walking, picture of dawn getting up early to enthrall your… — Bob Hicok Copy Share
“Making it in poetry The young teller at the credit union asked why so many small checks from universities? Because I write poems I… — 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 and stays… — Bob Hicok 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 you again.… — Bob Hicok 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, swallow, somewhere… — 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 Copy Share Image
