Cynthia Hogue Poems
|1.||("to label something something")||2/2/2018|
|2.||("to walk the labyrinth is amazing")||2/2/2018|
|4.||in the meadow magenta||2/2/2018|
|5.||("the lost labyrinth")||2/2/2018|
|6.||("thinking of you")||2/2/2018|
|8.||("I could still call you")||2/2/2018|
|9.||("the green way")||2/2/2018|
|11.||Now Politically the U.S.||2/2/2018|
|12.||From the Book of Dust after Agnes Denes||2/2/2018|
|13.||Lines Drawn with You||2/2/2018|
|14.||The Ecology of the Disappeared||2/2/2018|
|15.||After a Hurricane There's Nowhere to Go||2/2/2018|
|16.||("the unwritten volume")||2/2/2018|
Comments about Cynthia Hogue
("the unwritten volume")
Elle's writing her book of wisdom.
She writes until she cannot hold her pen.
The labyrinth miraculously is uncovered.
An American woman's progressing on her knees.
She read something but not Elle's book.
No one will read Elle's book.
I walk the circular path, first the left side,
then the right, casting petals to the north,
east, south, and west (this intuitively).
A diminutive prelate shoos me away.
When he leaves, I return to the center.
The organist, practicing, strikes up Phantom.
Elle says she cannot hear him.
Elle! I cry, I ...
Now Politically the U.S.
withering their way
into the only
forest . . .
The activist felt certain
the light she saw