Margaret Hasse's latest book of poetry, her seventh, is Summoned. She lives in Saint Paul, Minnesota. In 2022, Finishing Line Press will bring out a chapbook of her poems, The Call of Glacier Park.

Other poems by Margaret Hasse in Verse Daily:
January 27, 2017:   "Our Next Home" "I keep dreaming of houses. Last night..."

Books by Margaret Hasse:

Other poems on the web by Margaret Hasse:
Nine poems
Five poems

Margaret Hasse's Website.

Margaret Hasse on Twitter.

About Summoned:

"It feels to me like great luck or even wealth to live in the presence of Summoned. The title invites readers to come forward, as I gladly do. Where else will we find—not necessarily answers, but the right questions? Are people good? Is there a God? How far does empathy extend? Margaret Hasse's lyrical gift—and her wit—are on full display in Summoned. Often humor and grief share the same neighborhood, street, house, room, soul. These poems are markedly better, deeper and more thoughtful, more skilled and filled with felicitous language and images, than any I've read for a very long time. I am extremely happy they're in a book I can hold in my hands and give to people I love."
—Connie Wanek

"How lucky that Margaret Hasse was 'summoned' to write this new collection of poems, which reckons with everything from race and family (especially in her 'Another Day of Being White' series) to aging and the betrayals of the body. Throughout decades of writing companionable and necessary poems, Hasse has never lost her ability to draw readers into the joy of a moment like the one she describes in 'Night on the Town': 'We orbit like planets, following strangers/in bright coats who also follow us/blowing blue clouds of breath into the night.' At their heart, each of these poems is about relationship and intimacy, and the ways we 'orbit' each other in this troubled, beautiful world."
—James Crews

"Margaret Hasse writes poems that 'speak against forgetting' with the deft care of a confident poet fully inhabiting her voice, while reasoning that 'all writing is invisible ink.' Hasse celebrates anyway—dances in December, mornings with her beloved, poetry, her vibrant younger self, a baby shower, delights in nature, challenges and blessings of the pandemic. But there is a sad wisdom behind her good fortune as Hasse considers days of being white and laments that her privileges are not available to everyone, her adopted sons most of all. These poems are completely present, fully intimate. They offer the hard-earned knowledge of a sharp observer with important things to share, and the skills to share them well."
—Michael Kleber-Diggs