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I have stood in front of mirrors enough to make a history. To know who I see is not who […]
Poetry by Byron Hoot
I have stood in front of mirrors enough to make a history. To know who I see is not who […]
Sometimes I hear the trees talking about that first tree of knowledge, the natural fruit it bore, that it’s not […]
“Sigmund, when did you first know you wanted to kill your father and take your mother as your lover? Try […]
I had some night crawlersto use up, a beer to drink.I got to the lake at early dusk,the sun just below […]
Cool air, sky blue and white clouds, a hint of gray on their undersides. I have returned to grass to […]
I see one sparkle of dew on the grass to greet me. Some say a sign of rain when no […]
There are many things I would have preferred differently. A lifelong marriage, happy endings to stories that could not end […]
I have now lived nearly seven years alone– except for two covid years my youngest son lived with me– in […]
I am riding the wind, surveying the damage of the storm as if I’m a bird caught on the wind […]
The body ages and my hope is so the heart and soul ferment existence into an elixir only ageing can […]