Poetry is engendered in solitude, so what better meter for it than the clip of a buckskin horse?
Edward HoaglandIt would be hard to define chaos better than as a world where children decide they don't want to live.
Edward HoaglandWe 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 Hoagland