Meditative and playful, Michael Dickman’s poems touch mind and heart, suggesting the meanings that shimmer behind the tangible world. He arouses visions and wonders. At the Seattle Narrative Night, in November 2008, he enchanted us with his originality and with a powerfulness born of the lightest of touch. His work is an intersection of Emerson and Kafka, had Kafka been a soul whose song moved as much on happiness as on sorrow. The readings offered here are those of a signal young poet.