In That Moment. . .
In That Moment. . . (by Byron Hoot) . . . the two deer were in the tall grass on […]
Poetry Archive
Traveling
Traveling Byron Hoot It is the right kind of day for travelling alone – overcast, windblown, chilly. Maybe the radio […]
That Day in November
That Day in November Byron Hoot It is a November day of gray ambience, a slow sip of alcohol lasting […]
Vows
Vows Byron Hoot I have broken my vow a few times today, the one living alone gives, the vow of […]
Birthright
Birthright Byron Hoot Who bears no scars bears no humanity. The scars are self-imposed; the only worthy opponent is our […]
W.W. Hoot
Byron Hoot W.W. Hoot b. May 16, 1913 d. November 9, 1990 Break not this heart tomorrow, the day of […]
Implications
Implications Byron Hoot More rain, more wind, colder, more leaves have fallen, more light now though the trees less shadowed. […]
Back Roads
Back Roads Byron Hoot I wish the past was like the cars and trucks I see in my rearview calculating […]
I Take Note
I Take Note Byron Hoot Now, there is gold on the ground, the curled, foiled beauty of shapes no hand […]
The Message
The Message Byron Hoot The phone message began with my first name so I knew it was a stranger. I […]