Matt Hohner: Remembering “The Jar” On the Eve of Another War 
we decided
at 2:30 a.m. to flick the cockroaches scuttling
along the low wall on the front edge of the roof
onto traffic on Charles Street below
March 17, 2022 · 1 Comment
Matt Hohner: Hearkening
Something in the calcium and cartilage
of her two dozen years began to ache and fray as she hurled
herself, meteoric, upside-down above earth, her celestial body
tumbling out of a history of performance and measurement,
August 14, 2021 · 1 Comment
Matt Hohner: Where Are You Sending Your Poems This Week?
I’m sending my poems to reform school.
To prison. To the front lines. Straight to hell
on a one-way ticket.
February 23, 2021 · 3 Comments
Matt Hohner: Cold Spring Lane
Seven years before she’d leave us, our family is still
growing. I am three…
June 3, 2019 · Leave a comment