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

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

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

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

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

Communion Byron Hoot I have excommunicated myself from the bullshit of the world, become a heretic of the edge, an […]

Whisper Byron Hoot I have often talked myself out of the moment I have wanted to be in losing time […]

That Promise Byron Hoot In the light of what may come dawn arrives in its sliver separating day from night. […]

A Simple Man’s Creed Byron Hoot Wake not to thoughts already formed; beware the thinking of yesterday as sufficient for […]

Brother Byron Hoot I hear a crow, think, “Carrion.” Have to reconsider that which feeds is not always from a […]