“…I had yet to see myself become part of a story. I had as yet no notion that life every now and then becomes literature—not for long, of course, but long enough to be what we best remember, and often enough so that what we eventually come to mean by life are those moments […]
All Posts By: Byron McCoy
Short Story
LÓRIEN
He returned to the story once again after years and time away. Back to beginning, having read to end, he thought ahead to the beautiful parts—chapters and people, tales within tale, that moved and inspired most. He thought to the magic woods of enchanting elves; tall, beautiful, and fair. Lórien, Land of Gold; […]
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HOLY FAMILY
Today is the Feast of the Holy Family. It is a mass and celebration forever special to me for it is the first mass and moment when I felt, received, direct engagement of the Holy Spirit and God through reading of a scripture. I sat in pew beside my father, and as it […]
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EVENING SLOW
I sit in the dark smoking cigar. There are Christmas trees of crab trap boxes lit at the end of docks. A soft wind blows ringing wind chimes in match, and there are sounds of cars and dogs barking in the distance. I wear a heavy flannel, feel the wind through […]
Short Story
MYSTIC KNOWING
“The perception of beauty is a kind of barometer telling each of us how close we are to actually perceiving the energy…once you observe the energy, you realize it’s on the same continuum as beauty. …The things we perceive as beautiful may be different, but the actual characteristics we ascribe to beautiful objects […]
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CHRISTMAS VIEW
Back east, I went for a run this morning wearing off flight and letharg of many meals. It felt good to move. In sky, I listened to a sound I love: flight after flight of geese in song, in rise from harbored sanctuary of the open tidal rivers of the shore for day feeding […]
Short Story
CHRISTMAS MORN
Christmas dawned and from oaken home in hide of the woods, they stared out upon winter trees. Fine shadowed lines of naked limbs silhouetted in the sky, its orange flame light as last before dawn, burn-follow to the lavender fair and fuchsia glows painted to undersides of high wisped clouds and sky between, alchemized […]
Short Story
NEW SEASON
Evening shade in magic-hour—light and shadow through trees gone of October-gold, cold and, after, nude in winter’s way—he wrote a story. He wrote it as it came not knowing what it was nor where it would lead. It caught his interest. Beginning wrote and, from, he found the rest. At story’s finish, he […]