The Mark Byron Hoot The mark of Cain sears the heart; murder that was no sacrifice satisfies no god or […]

Between Here and There Byron Hoot The snow is almost gone but for patches that want to see the red […]

That Grace Called Enough Byron Hoot It was as if the snow decided to melt, called down rain and wind, […]

Discrepancy Byron Hoot Fourteen degrees feels like one. Who has not known the reality and the felt reality of  time […]

           Ash Wednesday 2021      Byron Hoot               I […]

Avoidance Byron Hoot He never looks in my direction  as I slow down when he and his dog are on […]

That Echo Byron Hoot The tipping point arrives when  you realize that what you think you’ll do forever. . .  […]

The Implications  Byron Hoot Among what trees of life and knowledge do I meander having  No Trespassing  signs nailed to  […]

When Then Is Now Byron Hoot I do not want to wait until the day after tomorrow to see what […]

Knockin’ Byron Hoot For days I’ve been hearin’ what I can only describe as a fist from eternity against my […]