That Fullness
“We – suddenly, like sometimes the moon, are full” because we know the promise of fallen leaves, the winter grass […]
Poetry by Byron Hoot
“We – suddenly, like sometimes the moon, are full” because we know the promise of fallen leaves, the winter grass […]
I am under the shadow of death. The shadow my friend has cast by his own death too soon visited […]
It is Sunday morning. I am driving from The Laurel Highlands through Ligonier through Derry through Blairsville past Homer City […]
The rain and wind have visited the trees once too often — the branches nearly bare. The ground covered in […]
This late October rain and mist and fallen leaves like the grains of sand on a beach is prelude to […]
Sometimes I feel the streams of memory overflowing the banks of any containment I have erected to keep past dreams […]
When hunting, I think about the natureof waiting, how much of my lifeis taken by it. How here in the […]
The mists rose from patches of pines like prayer incense rising, disappearing as words thinned and the burden of the […]
There is a destination to arrive at on Thursday and that affects what I will do today. The argument could […]
I have heard you play the harp and sing when the spirit of the Shaper has entered you and know […]