Tag Archives: John Hicks

This New Life

On special days you’ll see people go to the street of flowers— where farangs like me buy roses and orchids— special days like birthdays or when a young man enters the monkhood, they buy jasmine garlands to grace the spirit … Continue reading

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Change

Silence doormat rough Weights me in this time capsule Car’s in the driveway I close the door on twelve years Tomorrow they change the locks John Hicks is an emerging poet who has been published or accepted for publication by … Continue reading

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Imitation

Why do we return the sounds of other creatures: hoot back to an owl, yip with the coyotes; as though they ask for our vote, and we reciprocate without knowing what we’ve said? If an owl calls, does our imitation … Continue reading

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