“Rain, with patience and the greed of love to hold, will slowly erase his name and everything it touches, it always sounds like a eulogy to me, the sky trying to figure out what to say about loss, and making a mess of it like the rest of us.” DeathPoetryLossGriefPoemRainMourningEulogyEulogies Author:Bob Hicok
“If you come by for breakfast, I’ll pour you a bowl of thorns, so don’t. I need some time alone, like the rest of my life.” PoetryPoemSolitudeBreakfastBeing AloneThorns Author:Bob Hicok
“My Jewish problem is figuring out why America in 2016 has a dab of 1930s German Fascism to it-- people at political rallies yelling crap about the Jews.” AmericaPoetryPoemFascismAnti SemitismJewsAntisemitism2016Jewish PeoplePolitical Rallies Author:Bob Hicok
