Poetry: Aging Vessel by Michael Dickel

Aging Vessel

What I wrote in youth doesn’t haunt me though
the ink dries to dust. Some images remain,
most ideas have fallen, empty shells, cracked,
the living thing in them long since escaped
like past friends we held close, sometimes
making love, mostly hanging tight against
the empty foreboding of what would come.

The emptiness, it turns out, contains
more than it can help, a T.A.R.D.I.S.
larger on the inside than the outer
looming shape had suggested. And not
only memories, many of those faded
with the inky dusk. That vacuum
draws in sensual depths, companionship—

new friends who came, and the old who remain—
and occasionally, an old poem worth reading.



Bio: Writer, artist, & editor, Michael Dickel's work appears in print & online. His poetry has won awards & been translated into several languages. His latest book, Nothing Remembers received a Feathered Quill Book Award for Poetry. Other recent books: Breakfast at the End of Capitalism & a flash fiction collection, The Palm Reading after The Toad’s Garden. He is editor of The BeZine (TheBeZine.com).

Poetry by Michael Dickel : Twelve Hours in Amsterdam

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Twelve Hours in Amsterdam

Queen Maxima swims 
in canals beneath a
Silly Tower. Clock bells 

ring iconoclastic rhythms 
for Dancing Houses. 
A 19th century market
exports Flea Island’s name 

around the world,
or perhaps droves of fleas 
hopping from old rags 

spread the market. 
A dam on Amstel River 
mouths this city’s name,
centuries ago.

Pleasant English
voices speak today
in my headphones. 

I write these words
while listening
to ice breaking but
after the canal tour

a cold wind blows
me into a cafe where
I order a latte and

a couple inside
converses in Hebrew.
Later, at the Tulip Museum,
I lose my money to a

pickpocket’s bubble—
wallet, passports,
credit cards collapsed

behind me, on a counter.  
I will arrive home tomorrow.
Then I will drink
upside down coffee.

The clock’s odd
mechanism scribes
these idiosyncrasies,

but sometimes I am
too much of a tourist
to swim in such silliness
or dance along with houses. 

Bio: Writer, artist, & editor, Michael Dickel’s work appears in print & online. His poetry has won awards & been translated into several languages. His latest book, Nothing Remembers received a Feathered Quill Book Award for Poetry. Other recent books: Breakfast at the End of Capitalism & a flash fiction collection, The Palm Reading after The Toad’s Garden. He is editor of The BeZine (TheBeZine.com).