michael hogan

Rookie - 120 Points (July 14,1943 / Newport, Rhode Island)

michael hogan Poems

1. How Prisoners Walk 4/25/2012
2. To A Dog That Followed Me This Morning 4/25/2012
3. Smoking On The Fire Escape 5/9/2012
4. The Boy With Green Eyes 5/9/2012
5. Visitation Rights 5/9/2012
6. Telegram 5/9/2012
7. Kickoff 5/9/2012
8. For A Student Tempted By Suicide 5/9/2012
9. Mother And Child 5/9/2012
10. Leaf Burning 5/9/2012
11. Resistance 5/13/2012
12. Golden 5/13/2012
13. Last Night You Had The Saddest Eyes 5/18/2012
14. How A Planet Stays In Orbit 2/23/2013
15. The Patio At Dusk 2/28/2013
16. The Poet As Teacher 2/28/2013
17. Hair Broker,1861 2/28/2013
18. Freedom 2/28/2013
19. Dry Thoughts In A Rainy Season 2/28/2013
20. Learning 2/28/2013
21. Dear One 2/28/2013
22. In Bogotá 2/28/2013
23. Ornithology 2/28/2013
24. Mexican Produce 2/28/2013
25. Refusing To Be Ghosts 5/12/2013
26. Good Friday In Providencia 3/28/2013
27. The Field 8/26/2013
28. Aftermath 9/1/2013
29. A Name 5/13/2012
30. Expatriate 2/28/2013
31. And The Livin' Is Easy 4/25/2012
32. Dog Days 2/16/2014
33. Another Reason For Loving Mothers 2/23/2014
34. Wood Chips And Pine Straw 4/11/2014
35. New Year 1/1/2014
36. In Memoriam 9/1/2013
37. Before The Monsoon Rain 5/18/2013
38. Great-Grandmother's Eyes 5/13/2012
39. Photo Of My Father, Age 61 6/29/2012
40. Bob Dylan Returns To Guadalajara 5/13/2012
Best Poem of michael hogan

Dragons

In memoriam Francis X. Hogan (1913-1974)

On Sunday mornings in March my father
would take a homemade kite broad as his back
up the hill near Reeve's Farm.
This was how men learned of flight
he told me then.

Racing down that hill to catch the wind
where there was none to speak of,
the kite (gradually lifting) caught at last
on a thermal from the sea his running almost reached.
He told me breathless watching it rise:
The Chinese were the first.
They made them shaped like dragons
which in those days roamed the whole earth
free and ...

Read the full of Dragons

Ernest Hemingway,1961

When the sun comes early
through eastern windows
and a single horsefly buzzsaws the air
it is then I rise from bed
my dreams of amputation, of teeth lost,
cloaked in the amnesia of another day
overwhelmed with trivia.

We make our own rules and lose by them.

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