Byron Hoot: On That Day
In a few days, it will be the anniversary
of my father’s death and I will have
to see if grief visits or stays away.
November 10, 2025 · 14 Comments
Byron Hoot: The Mind in the Wind Seeing Where Things Lie
What I need are nights
of deep sleep; this riding the wind is not as easy
as it would seem to be.
August 1, 2025 · 2 Comments
Byron Hoot: Two Poems About Fall
It is fall and ghosts walk
in the wind among fallen
leaves, mist, and fog more
easily than any other time
of the year
November 14, 2024 · 7 Comments
