Tony Hoagland Poems (5 Poems)
Reading Moby-Dick at 30,000 Feet (Tony Hoagland Poem)
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout section of my neighbor’s travel magazine. At this stage of the journey I would estimate the distance between myself and … Continue reading
Jet (Tony Hoagland Poem)
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 … Continue reading
Lucky (Tony Hoagland Poem)
If you are lucky in this life, you will get to help your enemy the way I got to help my mother when she was weakened past the point of saying no. Into the big enamel tub half-filled with water … Continue reading
Why the Young Men Are So Ugly (Tony Hoagland Poem)
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and legs, their collarbones and heads. That is why they yell and scream and slam the barbells down into their clanking … Continue reading
Grammar (Tony Hoagland Poem)
Maxine, back from a weekend with her boyfriend, smiles like a big cat and says that she’s a conjugated verb. She’s been doing the direct object with a second person pronoun named Phil, and when she walks into the room, … Continue reading
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