Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Lest We Forget

It's the season of discontent;
winter makes it moreso.
The implications of victory 
and defeat fearful, balanced
in a scale we do not know what
is being measured knowing
only our future swings like a pendulum
that's lost its rhythm.
Anger, regret, sorrow seems to be 
the trinity blessing, cursing our prayers 
as prayers have turned to a dark
pentecost of lies spoken and believed
as we are asked to be ideologies 
strippping us of our right and privilege
to say, ``I am that I am."
Our leaders follow  the money 
and we cannot follow them
and yet we try:  the disfiguration
of language transforming into crippling acts.
It reads, We the People as power brokers,
like medieval torturers, put us 
on the rack.  No political party can make
us who we are, no laws can make
us behave in harmony;
we need but remember who and what
we are  and not forget I am you, you are me
for all eternity.  No political party
can improve upon that.
We the People is how it begins;
let us hope there is no end.

-Byron Hoot

Friday, January 15, 2021

Knockin'

For days I've been hearin'
what I can only describe
as a fist from eternity against
my roof, my doors, the sides
of my house, my truck.  Distinct
is the sound of those knuckles.
I fear, like a doctor hammering
my bare chest with two fingers
to see if something's wrong,
my heart will be opened
and those fingers from that fist 
will drum a song waiting to see if
I know how to dance,
not waiting too long, finding out
if I'm a dancin' fool
or just an ordinary kind.

-Byron Hoot

Monday, January 4, 2021

Drift

So let it be,
forget the twilight,
skim the clouds,
lower your body.
A piece of leaf falls,
drifts--
lifted by the cold sea water
in the boundless night.

Stars over the horizon,
too dull however,
to illuminate the dawn.
The legendary lighthouse 
hides on the foggy cliff,
its sight shivers.

Wind sighs
over and over
with its hoarse throat.
Sands hard to hold
finally gone with wind
back to the vast…

Min Katherine Liu
Virginia Tech
WVArts Solitude
Summer 2019
2019


年7月31日



就这样吧,
把暮光忘记,
把浮云掠去,
把身体放低。
一片叶子落下,
被冰凉的海水托住,
在漫漫黑夜里 
漂--

天边有星,
却黯淡,
照不清黎明。
传说中的灯塔,
躲在迷雾后的悬崖上,
目光颤栗。


风嘶哑着喉咙,
一遍遍地
叹息。
握不住的沙,
终究要随风散去,
归于无垠……


Living Statue

Silent, he sits entranced in his own enigma of thought. I wait. I watch, Not knowing how to reach or touch him. And if I did, what would I d...