“Exposed” by Byron Hoot
Exposed Byron Hoot I cannot read certain authors without feeling ashamed. As if all my flaws are exposed. The gift of writing is the double-entendre: what is said, what is…
Exposed Byron Hoot I cannot read certain authors without feeling ashamed. As if all my flaws are exposed. The gift of writing is the double-entendre: what is said, what is…
a review by Byron Hoot Sanctity: Poems from Northern Appalachia, by Patricia Thrushart, calls to those who know the woods and to those who have forgotten that call within themselves. …
Byron Hoot reviews author Jess Weible's new publication, Dead Letters: Delivering Unopened Mail from a Pennsylvania Ghost Town What Fragile Hope Dies ... ? Imagine being given a letter written…
Each time someone says, “Oh yeah” to a poem something good – in a much broader sense than morality – is birthed. We have seen through the eyes of another and that makes our vision clearer.
We have all survived our English classes -- elementary, middle, high school. . . some of us college. Many taught by the best intentioned people, teachers we ever had. Because they knew if we could not communicate, could not write clearly we’d encounter problems from our relationships to our employment. And yet there were two things not taught. These things I learned years after my comp classes but from my comp prof, Art Seamans, who wrestled with and continues to wrestle with the Poseidon nature of language. He ultimately forced the two blessings which follow.