When I was nine my father brought me a huge, bright-green, horned bug from our garden: Look! You can bring it in to school for the bug project! When he turned away I placed some tomatoes on top of the bug, and later had to admit in shame that I had ‘accidentally’ crushed it. Alison! What … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Tony Hoagland
A couple of months ago I hurt a friend when I pushed a semi-joke too far. The friend didn’t say anything or change expression, but I went to bed uneasy. Despite the Painter’s assurances that he had noticed nothing and all was well, my gut said otherwise. I woke up and sent an apology, the … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Tony Hoagland
Q: Does writing about hard things ever make you agitated and upset, so that you have to walk away from the writing and regain your equilibrium? A: Nope. Life is what’s hard. Writing is always solace. This exchange took place in a university undergraduate creative writing class a couple of weeks ago. Writing is how … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Tony Hoagland
Jet – Tony Hoagland Sometimes I wish I were still out on the back porch, drinking jet fuel with the boys, getting louder and louder as the empty cans drop out of our paws like booster rockets falling back to Earth and we soar up into the summer stars. Summer. The big sky river rushes … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Tony Hoagland
The Word – Tony Hoagland Down near the bottom of the crossed-out list of things you have to do today, between “green thread” and “broccoli” you find that you have penciled “sunlight.” Resting on the page, the word is beautiful, it touches you as if you had a friend and sunlight were a present he … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Tony Hoagland
The Best Moment of the Night – Tony Hoagland You had a moment with the dog, down near the base of the butcher-block table just as the party was getting started. Just as the guests were bringing in their potluck salads and vegetarian lasagna, setting them down on the buffet, you had an unforeseeable exchange … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Tony Hoagland
This was a long time ago. You were, what, twenty years old? Yes, twenty, which is about how old you are in that crappy photo to the right. You were living in Taiwan, eating potstickers and shrimp fried rice and mapo dofu, taking classes in a random sort of way, washing your clothes in a … Continue reading "And the water made a sound like memory when we sailed. . ."