Waking
I opened my eyes and saw first light and closed my eyes wanting a dream to take me into the […]
Poetry by Byron Hoot
I opened my eyes and saw first light and closed my eyes wanting a dream to take me into the […]
“You are about to do something wonderful” is the unspoken gospel everyone knows. Not something big, outlandish, a big production […]
Leaves are losing their exuberance of green, some trees have given over to the fall colors, the curling of their […]
It’s 9:30. My car and another in the parking lot. Someone with a cell phone on, that light not reaching […]
It is the gloaming in steady rain striking the windshield, windows, that metallic sound of rain hitting the car’s roof, […]
I am listening so I know where to look when I hear that seductive language of surrendering in victory of […]
I was in Franklin. The last landmark before Oil City where my grandparents and Aunt Fern and Uncle Ted lived. […]
I can tell by what’s in the air I’d best pay attention today. I feel as if I am prey […]
Even as I clear my bookshelves, I have ordered a book or two. This love of words ordered to create […]
I am 71, find I think more about time than I talk about it. Think only in the spiritual realm […]