Of Time and Eternity and Undulating Prayers
Seduction is always the seduction out of time, fulfillment always in the moment. This is how we are held by […]
Poetry by Byron Hoot
Seduction is always the seduction out of time, fulfillment always in the moment. This is how we are held by […]
The cloud to the north of the sun is a color no name can name. I refrain from the blasphemy […]
“a caretaker of a building” I never cleaned a church. There was always a janitor, some parishioner who took care […]
“I love that tree, ” he said. You have to know a stretch of woods to say that. Have to […]
Like some monk, I pull the hood over my head, the top of it above my eyes obscuring and focusing […]
I almost said, “My body has betrayed me.” This disease I never thought of possessing me. I hesitate such an […]
It is hard to recognize who is looking back at me when I stand before a mirror. The body distorts […]
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 […]