We New Yorkers see more death and violence than most soldiers do, grow a thick chitin on our backs, grimace like a rat and learn to do a disappearing act. Long ago we outgrew the need to be blowhards about our masculinity; we leave that to the Alaskans and Texans, who have more time for it.
Edward HoaglandPoetry is engendered in solitude, so what better meter for it than the clip of a buckskin horse?
Edward HoaglandThe novelist screws up his courage in order to invest another two or three years in another attempt to float a boat of original design upon an invented ocean.
Edward Hoagland