Unbreakable
It is hard to recognize who is looking back at me when I stand before a mirror. The body distorts […]
Poetry by Byron Hoot
It is hard to recognize who is looking back at me when I stand before a mirror. The body distorts […]
I will be watching the sun melt the snow. Some may think there’s more important things to do but I’ve […]
I wonder how the gravestones have worn in that cemetery in Rising Son, behind The Church of the Brethren. Mom […]
The edge began crossing outside the window and then the whole body of the flight of hundreds, maybe a thousand […]
What Can Be Caught A Sequence by Byron Hoot 1 I heard a sound thought dear saw chipmunk it happens […]
Equanimity Byron Hoot The sunlight is silver, the clouds a light lavender between the gray and white, above the yet […]
I am doing the math never taught – the mathematics of time. I am not good at the addition or […]
Library Hours Byron Hoot In the marginalia of my life I have written notes I swore not to forget and […]
That Byron Hoot In the subtle absence of one moment passing into another we try to linger for what the […]
W.W. Hoot b. May 16, 1913 d. November 9, 1990 Byron Hoot Break not this heart tomorrow, the day of […]