Poetry Niche – September 2025

Michael Hogan is the author of thirty-one books, including two collections of short stories, and eight books of poetry. He wrote the critically acclaimed novel Abraham Lincoln and Mexico and his best-selling Irish Soldiers of Mexico, formed the basis for the MGM movie starring Tom Berenger. He currently lives in Guadalajara with the textile artist Lucinda Mayo, and their dog, Molly Malone.

Apology

… in the middle way, having had twenty years trying to get the best of words for things I no longer wish to say, or in ways I no longer wish to say them.—T.S. Eliot

These twenty years in Mexico I have been

casting words at life

as Huicholes in Puerto Vallarta throw their nets

into the water flowing past Yelapa Point

again and again

praying for the miracle of red snapper

hungry enough for foolish risk.

Or as a mother seeks in repeated

consultations with her secret self

the one true name for a girl child

so that the singing of it will make

her beautiful and loved.

The name does not always rescue

and all the while

along a forgotten artery

a fuse flickers then flares

the cold water rises

and the children, the fish

slip away.

*****

Incident

The warmest spring in eighty years:

already the rye grass brown, the jonquils drooping

and jacarandas a blush of purple haze on the horizon.

We thought there would be no more surprises;

repairs almost complete, the ranch secure

against March winds and April rain.

We swept the barn, mucked out the stalls

filled water troughs and forked out hay.

Just before noon

we turned the temperamental mare loose

down in the lower pasture

where Johnson’s Creek still flowed enough

to make it overgrown with sweet grass and thistle.

West of the Sierras we could vaguely hear

(more a murmur than a threat)

low grumbles of thunder.

But on our side the sky was clear and not a wisp of cloud.

The mare ran wild, we heard her whinny

and saw her kick and gallop along the split rail fence.

We shook our heads and smiled and bent again to work.

Who would have thought “snake”

in that kind of paradise?

We found her just before dusk

snorting her last fly-smothered breaths

deep in the warm sweet grass.

*****

Mexican Spring

It is the time of the jacaranda

when streets are violet carpets

and venders selling sweet corn call

Hay elotes! in the early evening.

No reason to think this could not last forever

this interval

between burning buses and tortured death

this space in the calendar

when the earth breathes and every tree

shines with its own inner light.

When darkness comes we retreat behind walls.

We hear the staccato bursts of machine guns

muffled thumps of grenades

and interminable screams of sirens

as silent victims are carried down the Periférico

to Hospital Civil.

But then morning again.

Crystalline dew on grass and the privets,

a florescence of roses

splash of old fountains in gardens and a rooster’s call.

Heedlessly it all returns, this sweet singular life,

the bougainvillea’s bracts of burgundy and tangerine

and the copper flash in the beak of a crow

as he carries a spent cartridge

home to his hidden nest.

*****

On Pythian Ode Viii

Men are but creatures for a day.

But…sometimes… a gleam of splendor heaven-sent

And blessed is that day.-Horace

It is a dream

this business of earning/spending, time-frightened:

the self-promotion of another self,

demotion through failing faculties

or timely awareness

one cannot be everyone, or even someone forever.

Lost lovers and dying friends the best teachers;

emeritus that child

gone before his grandmother into the yawning grave.

Still, the orange melon flower and nasturtium

we taste in the evening’s salad

the green tomato and humble scallion

all have been touched by the August sun.

Eating them we find it easy

to remember what blessings quiet our tremblings

what light gentles these words.


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