My latest poem in The New Yorker is a lament for the erosion of opportunities for solitude and quietism in contemporary life and a wish for their restoration while meditating on the seascape of the Mediterranean off the coast of Cassis, France. “On Emptiness”“If only I could stand the infinite measures, wait long enough, / and not waste their buoyant

Japanese American poet Garrett Hongo is a guiding spirit to a glorious cacophony, an exuberant collective thrum made of different tongues and peoples. His poetry embodies the country’s impurity, its multiplicity of tongues and peoples—what makes him a guiding spirit to the America that is surely coming. I Hear America Singing - JSTOR DailyJapanese American poet Garrett Hongo

“Litter for the Taking”“My dream life started in L.A.’s concrete world.”The New YorkerCondé Nast

For Poets Robin Coste Lewis and Garrett Hongo, Language Is a Musical InstrumentTo close out National Poetry Month, Robin Coste Lewis and Garrett Hongo mused about their new books and the places and sounds that inspired them.Sophie Collongette

This week on the Sewanee Review Podcast, managing editor and poetry editor Eric Smith catches up with Garrett Hongo, who received the Aiken Taylor Award in Modern American Poetry in 2022. In this episode, Hongo breathes further life into a handful of his poems: “A Garland of Light” details his relationship with Robert Hayden, and “Bugle Boys” reckons with the