All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               She wrote from heart of the inner chamber, catching story as it came.  Night gown of romance hue became dawn dress, brightened and sheened in return and rise of sun, in matching of the walls and sharp contrast of her fair, fine winter skin.                 Immersed in the story, she stayed within, eyes and […]

               Cold front blew.  Winter arrived.  Small, fine snow scratched to window glass.  Press of wind in strike of bursts and blow sounded deep in bass and echoed in a feeling through the walls of the home.                He looked through window, night still full, sound his strongest sense.                He lit a candle on […]

               Do you ever think back to past encounters and wonder why it is that you remember?  Was there reason for their presence, intention in encounter and a happening?  Why are some remembered—from only a few, brief and seeming inconsequential life-seeings—while others, known and relatively close to for years, pass from mind and spirit?                […]

               “In the history of philosophy, friendship was always considered a value, but Saint Thomas is the first to make charity a kind of friendship.  In order to reach this conclusion that charity is indeed a form of friendship, he takes pains to reason very rigorously.  He asks himself what are the characteristics of friendship.  […]

               November’s gone, December’s new, from first-snow in fall through day before that melted in the eve they woke to morning frost, gray, and ice on the trees bowing boughs weighted in carry of the burden.                Winter greens, last live of garden, shadowed darkly in a green suggesting death.  But the cold was not […]