Poetry Archive

In That Moment. . .

In That Moment. . . (by Byron Hoot) . . . the two deer were in the tall grass on […]



Traveling Byron Hoot It is the right kind of day for travelling alone – overcast, windblown, chilly. Maybe the radio […]

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That Day in November

That Day in November Byron Hoot It is a November day of gray ambience, a slow sip of alcohol lasting […]

grandfather and grandson sitting in a forest and drinking from the tin cups


Vows Byron Hoot I have broken my vow a few times today, the one living alone gives, the vow of […]

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Birthright Byron Hoot Who bears no scars bears no humanity. The scars are self-imposed; the only worthy opponent is our […]

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W.W. Hoot

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

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Implications Byron Hoot More rain, more wind, colder, more leaves have fallen, more light now though the trees less shadowed. […]

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Back Roads

Back Roads Byron Hoot I wish the past was like the cars and trucks I see in my rearview calculating […]

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I Take Note

I Take Note Byron Hoot Now, there is gold on the ground, the curled, foiled beauty of shapes no hand […]

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The Message

The Message Byron Hoot The phone message began with my first name so I knew it was a stranger. I […]