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.

Journals of a man divided – #poetrythursday

Journals of a man divided – #poetrythursday

This is a poem I wrote probably around 1997. It’s a series of short poems entitled “Journals Of A Man Divided” – and each poem is based on one of the words in the title. Some people look back on their college poetry and get depressed or embarrassed. I’m not ashamed of mine, to beContinue Reading

Coyote Hunting With Frankie Bruzzi – Part 4 – #MyStoryMonday

Coyote Hunting With Frankie Bruzzi – Part 4 – #MyStoryMonday

I’m convinced that coyote hunting isn’t about killing coyote, but about the rush of fear and adrenaline! Click here to read Part 3 – Where Frank and I are frozen in fear, hearing the sound of a large creature crashing through the woods, not twenty feet away! “Don’t move – it’s a bear!” whispered Frank.Continue Reading

Coyote Hunting With Frankie Bruzzi – Part 3 #MyStoryMonday

Coyote Hunting With Frankie Bruzzi – Part 3 #MyStoryMonday

I’m convinced that coyote hunting isn’t about killing coyote, but about the rush of fear and adrenaline! Click here to read Part 2 – where the coyotes start to circle us in the dark! After about an hour of hiking up the dark logging road, we got settled in to a clearing of ferns onContinue Reading

Coyote Hunting with Frankie Bruzzi – Part 2  #MyStoryMonday

Coyote Hunting with Frankie Bruzzi – Part 2 #MyStoryMonday

I’m convinced that coyote hunting isn’t about killing coyote, but about the rush of fear and adrenaline! Click here to read Part 1 – where Frank Bruzzi and I had started up the mountain – with my complete lack of night vision. Frank  had a portable loudspeaker, and was playing a tape that contained theContinue Reading

Coyote Hunting with Frank Bruzzi – PART 1 –  #MyStoryMonday

Coyote Hunting with Frank Bruzzi – PART 1 – #MyStoryMonday

As I look back on my high school days, I remember many great memories with many great friends. But for some reason, the adventures I had with Frankie Bruzzi are the ones that make the best stories.   I am convinced that one doesn’t got coyote hunting to kill coyotes. But rather, one goes coyote huntingContinue Reading

Poor Boy Rich Kid – #PoetryThursday

Poor Boy Rich Kid – #PoetryThursday

I write this poem back in 1996. Not about anyone in particular… but I found it in a stash of old files, and I think my old college poetry is kind of cool to stumble across! Your folks have been keeping up with the Jones’s so long You thought they’d never die: Collecting a backyardContinue Reading

Fining Lawbreakers? Or are Speed Traps about making money for someone else?

Fining Lawbreakers? Or are Speed Traps about making money for someone else?

A few years ago, I got pulled over in Limestone. Actually – BEFORE the infamous “Speed Trap” that everyone talks about. I had just exited the expressway, and was on 219, traveling slower than the flow of traffic. I know I was speeding. So I’ll ADMIT that I know I was speeding. Here’s the deal.Continue Reading

Don’t “P” in the OOL – Three P’s to avoid if you want to succeed.

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. TakeContinue Reading

Broken Old Heroes

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

Insect  – by Josh Hatcher #poetrythursday

Insect – by Josh Hatcher #poetrythursday

Insect The clouds whisk away the last blue and the insects mistake for night. They scream their orders, Millions in shiny black armor… marching, storming, preparing to destroy… And the clouds melt away to a creamy blue, and they hush, waiting in their ambush.