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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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