SOURCE: A review of Calling Myself Home, in Booklist, Vol. 76, No. 12, February 15, 1980, p. 818.

In the following review of Calling Myself Home, Morehouse compliments the blending of Native and non-Native imagery in Hogan's poetry.

Rooted in native American oral traditions, Oklahoman Hogan's excellent first chapbook of poems [Calling Myself Home] melds WASP geopoetics with native symbolism for bicultural impact. Crow, tobacco, coyote, oil, turtle, walnut, and the sheen of gunstock wood offer multiple connotations from two mythologies. Additionally, Hogan's is a matriarchal blood vision seen in clay, paint, feather, skin, organs, afterbirth, a womanly unity: “Their bones … holding up the earth.” Woman sees the sacredness in simple acts and small events: “We are here, the red earth / passes like light into us / and stays.” The bent knee of a mosquito, the passing of a culture assume equality in such ancient spiritual vision. It is a continuity and revelation violent...