Pick-up Byron Hoot I wish I had something like a garbage truck route for my life where week by week […]

You Byron Hoot I saw you in a dream sad beyond consolation, words shattering as soon as they were spoken, […]

Untitled Byron Hoot Country love songs remind me of what has been now is gone. It’s the way the voice […]

Living Language Byron Hoot Every time I say, “I’m done talking with the dead.” another conversation begins from some snag […]

Knowing When Byron Hoot I’ve been pulling triggers all my life on what has to be done. Never trigger happy […]

Before I Can’t Byron Hoot The present has reduced its activities I am to take care of; curious the sliding […]

The Protocol of Seduction Byron Hoot First, the eyes speak then a whispered word demanding a leaning into to hear […]

A Meditation Byron Hoot I do not know the formula for calculating the percentage of bird flights high and low. […]

How True Byron Hoot The white blossoms have turned green and at least three shades of green are seen from […]

Slippage Byron Hoot It is snowing and time has slipped again, a not uncommon phenomenon anymore but still unnerving when […]