Deceptively simple poems. Lovely stuff. For those who think this isn't poetry, they need to be very still and let every thing come in.
His words capture some things I can never articulate. They ring so true, I can feel them beating in the eye of my heart. It is a comfort to read Tony's poems and feel the breath of them speak.
I have seldom read a body of poetry that has such power to reach into daily life and produce an epic. I will miss him.
Sorry, but this poetry is not poetry! It's just a bunch of thoughts spilled onto paper.
I discovered Tony Hoagland on the pages of The New Yorker and have fallen in love with his poetry. He's bracing—and wonderful!
You say " This poet did not post any poems within the last 14 days" . He died more than a year ago. You should update.