Josh Hatcher is a Writer, Musician, Speaker, Poet, and Blogger living in Northern Pennsylvania. He is an entrepreneur, graphic designer, professional clown, and hobby farmer, as well as a husband and father of four.
Josh's vision is to inspire, inform, engage, and entertain.
Don’t “P” in the OOL – Three P’s to avoid if you want to succeed.
1. Don’t be passive. Your dream is not going to get built if you just sit around and talk about it. You’ve got to turn your ideas into plans. Spend some time brainstorming and doodling your ideas on paper. Then take those doodles and write some goals. Take those goals and write some steps. Take… Continue Reading
Broken Old Heroes
I was driving through my old hometown. It’s been a decade since I lived there, and the signs on the stores have all changed, and the names on the mailboxes have changed in some parts of town. And I watch with a bit of confusion as the heroes of my childhood fumble across the street…… Continue Reading
Poems for Holy Week
I’ve got a number of poems that I’ve written about the crucifixion… I thought them fitting on this Holy Week. Nail This first poem has inspired a song that I wrote. Watch the video – or purchase the original recording. His blood coated me, but not in redemption… As I held the weight of Him… Continue Reading
Don’t try to PLEASE people… Be You.
The way I see it, we can try to please people, or we can try to serve people. Pleasing people often involves a mutation, where we become something we are not. It involves changing our DNA so that we fit in the box everyone wants us to fit in. Unfortunately, without divine intervention, DNA doesn’t… Continue Reading
My wife is going to kill me for this…
Every night, my beautiful bride of 15 years falls asleep next to me watching tv. Every night, I get up, take off her glasses, and turn off the TV. Every night, she talks in her sleep, and I try to keep her talking as long as possible, so that I have good stories to tell… Continue Reading
All I Have To Give You… #poetrythursday
If I could give you any gift, I’d give you cathedrals, spires and hollow, with a gargoyle choir to scare demons and chase monsters from your closet. I’d give you Serengeti grassland, stampedes of gazelle, and sunset to match your eyes, sparkling. I’d give you rivers, and ponies, and gentle downy goslings. And simple clouds… Continue Reading
Frankie Bruzzi and the Toilet Paper
I love to tell stories about growing up in Roulette. I have to tell them sparingly, because my kids would ask me to tell them over and over again – to the point that we wouldn’t get anything done. My favorite stories usually have Frankie Bruzzi in them. Now that he’s an adult, I’m sure… Continue Reading
His Hands – Poetry Thursday by Josh Hatcher
I have Bloodless, mottled hands, with slender fingers, and pink chewed away nails, tough fingertips, callused by phosphored bronze and silvered steel And gentle palms that a sliver would wreck. A solitary childhood scar, definitely from a jackknife rests on the first knobby knuckle of my index finger, and short, dark hair trails down to… Continue Reading