Art Scatter » Blog Archive » In his old age: Deemer at 3:17 a.m.: Sensitive review of my first book of poems by Bob Hicks. A writer is lucky to have such an intelligent, receptive reviewer.
"I suppose Deemer could have written about raindrops striking puddles in the woods and reminding him of the eternal wisdom of the pantheistic gods and our responsibilities to our fellow man and beast, the way so many other Northwest poets do, but I confess I’m glad he didn’t. His verses don’t bump disjointed arcane images against each other, daring you to make connections against all rational plausibility. Nor do they exist simply for the murmuring melancholy of their sound. These are conversational lines, stripped-down but vital, democratic with a small “d,” approachable but also demanding."
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