South-South Institute on Sexual Violence Against Men & Boys

Posted by rhoff1949 on May 24, 2015 in Featured

Here in Phnom Penh, the weather is hot and humid. Everyone is waiting for the rainy season to begin. The Institute delegates have been arriving: from USA, UK, Australia, Uganda, New Zealand, Japan, Norway, Serbia, Albania, Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, Afghanistan, China, Philippines, Nepal. Here’s a photo of some of us at breakfast this morning: Phnom […]

two interviews & a poem

Posted by rhoff1949 on April 1, 2015 in Featured

I’ve been fortunate recently to have been interviewed about my memoir Love & Fury by Lee Hope of Solstice Literary Magazine; and about my poetry by Charles Coe, for the Massachusetts Poetry Festival website. I will be opening the festival May 1st, reading with one of my heroes, Marge Piercy. A recent poem can be […]

Iota: Short Prose Conference

Originally posted on The Brevity Blog:
A note on the upcoming Iota Conference from Penny Guisinger and a reflection on the event from Sven Birkerts: Iota: Short Prose Conference is a place that celebrates the small in a world often ruled by heft. Participants gather at the Cobscook Community Learning Center, near Maine’s easternmost tip, for…

A GHAZAL FOR VALENTINE’S DAY

AGAINST COOL   When you pretend you’re not but know you are, you suffer worse than if you just confess you are in love.   The rain falls right through your umbrella and the sun and moon deny the whole cold day and night they are in love.   All winter blinding white flakes rise […]

Winter Psalm

Boston snowbound, Logan closed, snowplows and salt-trucks flashing yellow, drifts tall as a man some places, visibility poor, I sit by the window and watch the snow blow sideways north-northeast, hot cup in hand, robe over pajamas. You have made me to seek refuge and charged me to care for my brothers. How cruel. That […]

A villanelle

THE WAVE           Grant me an old man’s frenzy,           Myself must I remake                          — Yeats How does a swell become a wave? What pushes up from under water? Tell me; this tired body is […]

PATRIMONY 1. He is out of work. We are out of money. My mother’s patience makes him feel worse. He has lost his temper again and he is sorry. Priests have told him ever since he was a boy to stop touching himself. He hides the magazines, thinks himself weak. In the doorway of a […]

A WAR. A FEAR. A SCAR. AN EAR. A war was walking down a road between two neighborhoods. He stopped from time to time to give candy to children on either side. The children were hungry and the candy made them hungrier. That’s the kind of candy it was. The war liked their little bellies […]

THE ROAD

Mothers with newborns in knotted slings, on their heads impossible towers of things, the old in carts, the children by the hand, these people crossing a cratered land are more than metaphor; but they are also metaphor. We are the truth to one another. Look: don’t wait for some historian’s book to understand (then it […]

Here’s a wonderful article about my editor and me, our long association, our friendship, our work together, written by Rhea Becker for EXPRESSION, the Emerson Alumni Magazine. Hoffman, Emerson Alumni Magazine, Expression Scan[2]