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A unique voice now quiet

I got the news that Tony Hoagland, a poet often featured here, lost his battle with pancreatic cancer yesterday. His partner sent out this message:       Tony Hoagland November 19, 1953 – October 23, 2018 You’ll never be … Continue reading

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Into the Mystery

Here is the final poem from Tony Hoagland’s new book, Priest Turned Therapist Treats Fear of God. Into the Mystery Of course there is a time of afternoon, out there in the yard, a time that has never been described. … Continue reading

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From Tony Hoagland’s new book

There is nothing to say about this poem–just buy the book. The Age of Iron When I see an ironing board folded in the closet of a motel room, and the iron resting like a sledgehammer on the shelf above, … Continue reading

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Another by Tony Hoagland

Reading though poems this morning, trying to find one to post, I couldn’t resist this one. He’s got the jargon so perfectly. I especially like his description of “holding the fear inside/like a tipsy glass of water”: And The Men want … Continue reading

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A hard rain

A friend asked me to show her a poem by Tony Hoagland that “hit it out of the park.” I hope this qualifies: Hard Rain After I heard It’s a Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall played softly by an accordion quartet … Continue reading

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Luckily for me

and my resolution to be more timely with Poetry Monday, a wonderful chapbook, “Little Oceans” by Tony Hoagland, arrived in the mail today.  I’ve posted his poems before, and some of these I’d read before, but I was so glad … Continue reading

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Monday, Monday

A friend spent the night last night, and added to our breakfast conversation by reading aloud from the Monday Metropolitan Diary section of the New York Times: “Practice, practice, practice may be the way to Carnegie Hall, but is it … Continue reading

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