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Robert Hogg

Robert Hogg was born in Edmonton, Alberta, grew up in the Cariboo and Fraser Valley in British Columbia, and attended UBC during the early Sixties where he was associated with the Vancouver TISH poets and graduated with a BA in English and Creative Writing. In 1964 he hitchhiked east to Toronto, then visited Buffalo NY where Charles Olson was teaching. After spending a few months in NYC, Bob entered the graduate program at the State University of NY at Buffalo, completed a PhD and took a job teaching American and Canadian Poetry at Carleton University in Ottawa for the next 38 years. He currently resides at his farm fifty miles south of Ottawa and is working on four collections: Lamentations; The Cariboo Poems; Postcards, from America; and The Vancouver Work. His publications include: The Connexions, Berkeley: Oyez, 1966; Standing Back, Toronto: Coach House, 1972; Of Light, Toronto: Coach House, 1978; Heat Lightning, Windsor: Black Moss, 1986; There Is No Falling, Toronto: ECW, 1993; and as editor, An English Canadian Poetics, The Confederation Poets – Vol. 1, Vancouver: Talonbooks, 2009; and from Lamentations, Ottawa: above/ground, 2016. Two Cariboo poems, Ranch Days – The McIntosh from hawk/weed press in Kemptville, Ontario, and Ranch Days—for Ed Dorn from battleaxe press in Ottawa have recently been published (2019). He edited the April 2019 Canadian poetry issue of the Portland Maine Café Review.


Listening – A Letter to Wade Bell

After our mutual


on Facebook


about growing

progressively deaf

I spoke to God

(albeit in

a quiet


and told Him


with this

hearing loss

before we both go


deaf I

don’t think he

heard me

amid the clamoring


perhaps I

should have

spoken up

(background noise

and all that) in

any case I


heard back

so if you

hear anything

let me know

RLH: Mtn: 2020-12-03


Memory of a Future – The Poet Receives a Letter from Wade Bell

After reading

your poem

(to me

and your account

of dinner

with Leslie

I went to bed

hungry (I


Woke up

hungry and now

three hours

later I’m still


(I’m not

The only cure

to suddenly


at your table

take a meal with

the two of you so

be prepared

at a moment’s

notice I

cannot say

when that might

happen only

Damn you

and all

the best

RLH: Mtn: 2020-12-04;


The Poet Replies

Then damned

I am

and will be

happily so

We’ll have

that meal

may be

our first

in fifty



our last

when Tyrannus



sets us free

RLH: Mtn: 2020-12-04;



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