All Posts By: Byron McCoy
WINTER FLIGHTS
He listened to the sounds with small and natural awe whenever he stepped from truck: geese in flight, all around, appearing and dissolving again into low cloud fog and mist of sky. It’d been years since they had been as this: hard freeze of the north in press and […]
JANUARY 25: THE WAY—CONVERSION OF SAINT PAUL
Yesterday in the Catholic Church we celebrated the Feast of the Conversion of Saint Paul when, on the road to Damascus, he encountered Jesus Christ in voice and vision of light, was blinded, brought again to see by the laying on of hands and faith; and forever after became an instrument of Christ. […]
A GOOD START
5:30, I wake him. He groans in the dark, a very normal and natural reaction for most to waking at that time. “I didn’t sleep well,” he tells me. “I’m tired. I kept waking up in the night,” he tells on. “My head hurts and whenever it does it always turns into a […]
THE HARDER WORK
“I’ve begun the harder work,” he spoke, “the part I rarely do, that isn’t natural but feels different now because I know I must: the editing and going back to what’s already made, rough drafts hewn, and giving time and attentions toward refinement and making something more. Some will be same, others completely changed, […]
SOON
They looked out on sky and they grey that held in cover, mist of fog suspension that filtered light in fall from the heavy sky; and indoors, they rested contemplative in their minds. In the window, too, they witnessed on boughs or maple tree the beginning of buds, violet-red, […]