“I still glow in a passel / of neurons”
By Diana Khoi Nguyen | Contributing Writer
People chuckled, but it wasn’t affectation: Hicok seems like the kind of man who has trouble keeping either his mind or his body in one place for very long.
Bob Hicok, whose sciencey and seriocomic poems appear in the current, science-themed issue of Poetry Northwest (v7.n1), makes a rare landing in the Northwest this May 17-20 at the Skagit River Poetry Festival in La Conner, WA. He will read with poets Nikki Giovanni and Marie Howe on Saturday night, as well as participate in various events and conversations throughout the weekend. See the festival schedule for more info. Here, in a web-exclusive poem–cousin of sorts to the pieces appearing in the print issue–the search for intelligent life comes to an end. — The fortune teller cannot tell me if Americans will come to believe in evolution. “You will get a sliver of cedar in your hand,” she says, kissing my palm where Christ would have had a scab, whose father made everything, including Band-Aids, according to polls. And what about the oceans? Will senators admit we’re breaking them? Her eyes roll to white, a wave of capitalism snaps her flesh to and fro in her chair, “I see a woman telling you not to …