Right Before
The wind among the trees, the birds flying leaving and taking their shadows, here and now trying to keep at […]
Poetry by Byron Hoot
The wind among the trees, the birds flying leaving and taking their shadows, here and now trying to keep at […]
I have been given a time, date stamp.No prophecy just the factsof circumstances abiding to theirconclusion. An indifference to what […]
The sparrow is on the pulpit of a small branch which curves up slightly at its end. I saw it […]
I have stood in front of mirrors enough to make a history. To know who I see is not who […]
Sometimes I hear the trees talking about that first tree of knowledge, the natural fruit it bore, that it’s not […]
“Sigmund, when did you first know you wanted to kill your father and take your mother as your lover? Try […]
I had some night crawlersto use up, a beer to drink.I got to the lake at early dusk,the sun just below […]
Cool air, sky blue and white clouds, a hint of gray on their undersides. I have returned to grass to […]
I see one sparkle of dew on the grass to greet me. Some say a sign of rain when no […]
There are many things I would have preferred differently. A lifelong marriage, happy endings to stories that could not end […]