Poetry Archive


It is hard to recognize who is looking  back at me when I stand before  a mirror.  The body distorts […]

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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

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 […]

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Ultimate Math

I am doing the math never taught – the mathematics of time. I am not good at the addition or […]

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Library Hours

Library Hours Byron Hoot In the marginalia of my life I have written notes I swore not to forget and […]

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That Byron Hoot In the subtle absence of one moment passing into another we try to linger for what the […]

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W.W. Hoot

W.W. Hoot b. May 16, 1913 d. November 9, 1990 Byron Hoot Break not this heart tomorrow, the day of […]