Peter Hogan : Writing

On Waiting Tables

On Waiting Tables

A Poem by Peter Hogan


My day begins with scooping ice. 9 hand-held garden-shovel-sized scoops per bucket 3 pale blue buckets the color of chloronic ..
They arent even trying anymore.

They arent even trying anymore.

A Poem by Peter Hogan


an active shooter was reported on a college campus a few days ago.there was no weapon. there were no deaths.there was a video made by the local news. ..
Cardinals can't smoke.

Cardinals can't smoke.

A Poem by Peter Hogan


I was outside smokingwhen a cardinal landed on the branchjust off to my right.The tips of her wings, a nice crimson contrastto the sea of green she fl..
I don't have time.

I don't have time.

A Poem by Peter Hogan


A blind man is walkingacross the same streetI am trying to turn left on.He’s not doing a very good job.His cane swingslike a madhouse maestro an..
We are all born with a pebble

We are all born with a pebble

A Poem by Peter Hogan


sitting on the top of our spines, resting on the pinnacle of bone between neck and back,no bigger than a freckleno more noticed than a child’s b..
Sweet Songs from the Tub

Sweet Songs from the Tub

A Poem by Peter Hogan


I've always had troublefalling asleep.When I was a boy,my mother would come in before bed, tuck the sheets just undermy sides, stroke the hairout of m..
Funerals When I was Young

Funerals When I was Young

A Poem by Peter Hogan


When I was young,my mother dragged me to a funeral for a manwho attended church the same time we did.My mother would gossip after Masswith his wifeand..
The Old Man in the Wheelchair

The Old Man in the Wheelchair

A Poem by Peter Hogan


Every morningafter my coffeeI like to take a walkaround the apartment complex, clear myselffor another dayout herealone.Just towards the endof the fir..
The Upside to Being Eaten Alive

The Upside to Being Eaten Alive

A Poem by Peter Hogan


When two praying mantises are about to mate, do you thinkhe knowswhat he has gotten himself into?Is it just the instinctual drive that lures him to su..
It is Always Nice to Wake Up to Someone

It is Always Nice to Wake Up to Someone

A Poem by Peter Hogan


It's 2 a.m. and rainingwhen my phone lights up.She wants some company,"Bring beer, something lite."When the door opens, she is wearing something tight..

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