All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               In turn of fall and come of summer’s end, he boarded a flight to the west coast where a bus waited and took him to an asphalt tarmac under San Diego sun where, arrived, he was rushed from seat and raced blind into beginning of a new life-chapter.                Before departing, she handed him […]

               From almost-first meeting of eyes, they spent the early of that summer flirting in way known only to the shy, where meekness and caution combined with heart-ambition attribute great sign to what, in truth, is small.  In veiled guard, they are expressions still that, to most, appear as nothing and whose discernment of greater […]

               “He, Will Barrett, had learned over the years that if you listen carefully you can hear the truth from the unlikeliest of sources, especially from the unlikeliest sources, from an enemy, from a stranger, from children, from overheard conversations…Are not great discoveries also made at the unlikeliest moments…”—Walker Percy, The Second Coming                Tide […]

               They hunted mushrooms in the early spring among down of leaves and fallen trees.  Later, they returned picking wildflowers from prairie that touched woods’ edge.  In summer, after rains, they walked the creeks in search of arrowheads and relics from cultures before; and in fall they walked the woods, taking in the colored scene […]

        In the commotion of crowd, his mind was elsewhere, sitting off from the greater group as he smoked slowly on cigar.         Often quiet herself, she watched hm from the edges of her eyes, and when the crowd and focus moved away, she approached him in his thoughts.     […]

               “And in the darkness of this second and far more desolating interruption, he seems to have had another dream in which a voice said to him, ‘You have mistaken the meaning of vision.  Return to your town.’  And Francis trailed back in his sickness to Assisi, a very dismal and disappointed and perhaps even […]

               “Have you ever read Vonnegut?” he asked, curious if they had.                 “Why do you ask?” his friend answered answered with question of their own.                “I read a passage that made me think about something you said, about when people look for and expect to find their everything in another, ONE, and how […]