Take Me
I woke feeling I was in Van Morrison’s song, Take Me Back. I woke from dreams of Mom doing our laundry […]
Poetry by Byron Hoot
I woke feeling I was in Van Morrison’s song, Take Me Back. I woke from dreams of Mom doing our laundry […]
The body is the Judas in our lives.At some point, we are forced to seekresurrections never thought of.At some point, […]
You get on a road and it means two things —you are leaving one place, going to another and there are others […]
outside at camp intothe gray sky, the shadesof green the trees nuanceto blend in, fit with everything I see, the rain […]
I am arriving where I can say, “I see some sense to my life.” The past making sense in ways […]
The lake was calm and the blue sky and slight breeze created a time of perfection where everything fits together […]
The drive back felt long, as if the hour and forty minutes had multiplied, the miles adding to themselves as […]
Of the places I have been one teased a destination for my heart and soul. It was not a place, […]
I am reconsidering the story of my aunt born thirteen years after my mom. She was a lovechild, my gram […]
In the calculus of now, nothing can be learned, no process to create a model of some A plus […]