~ for Tony Hoagland on October 23, 2018 The world just lost a pixel on its big ball-shaped screen. One of my favorite points of light in the ever-dimming age of reason. And if we do indeed need our poets as much as we do our top engineers and environmental scientists, then today was a deadly meteor strike. The earth shook, though not everyone felt it—we are dying by tiny degrees. But Tony kept me cool when my head got hot, warm when my heart went cold. He was a precision punch in a room full of loud, poorly-aimed shotguns. Poems with life in the crosshairs. Wit that forced a double take. And so it is that our trail-weary hope, walking into the future’s darknesses, watched his guiding flame f

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