Unbreakable
It is hard to recognize who is looking back at me when I stand before a mirror. The body distorts […]
Poetry by Byron Hoot
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 […]
What Can Be Caught A Sequence by Byron Hoot 1 I heard a sound thought dear saw chipmunk it happens […]
Birthright Byron Hoot Who bears no scars bears no humanity. The scars are self-imposed; the only worthy opponent is our […]
Unknown the Destination Until Arrival Byron Hoot The urge to travel is not so strong as the urge to travel […]