All Posts By: Byron McCoy
TRANSACTION OF SIGNS
“…the self becomes itself only through a transaction of signs with other selves…”—Walker Percy, Lost in the Cosmos _____ Is a self a self without another to show and share itself to? Maybe that’s a reason, in our isolation or fear of open, honest expression—a society of consumption, imitation, but little true creation; […]
OPALESCENT
Between, there was always a romance to be lived, even in the muting—when the colors were mostly gone and leaves cast from their limbs; away from the wilds and returned to urban scape; where woods were a walk through open park, and solitude came not from place but by the set and stay of […]
PERILOUS AFFAIR
Many sources of life-race, rush and high, by excess, he had burned into exhaust. Drink and night-highs: when there became more shadow than light, shame than levity, he gave them up without fight or desire to return. Lust divorced from love, physical from spirit: he acknowledged after-absence, confronted inner-void. Killing, war, power: in the […]
RAINBOW CLOUD
I saw a rainbow cloud this morning. I always think it is an angel, prism stripe across high cirrus wisp across from morning sun. It shone above, turning and angling, it seemed, as I went about my way. Focusing on work task and losing sight, I looked high again; and it was gone. […]
SOUND TO ELIJAH
Two hours in, finally, we are still. We sit and listen as a breeze blows soft through dry oak leaves around, whispered hush on moving wind. “What’s that?” my son asks, mesmerized and searching. “That’s the sound of the wind through the woods,” I answer, smiling and […]
GIFT IN FALL
“God apportions things. He is there on high, he sees us all, and he knows what he does in the midst of his great stars…Love each other well and always. There is nothing else but that in the world: love for each other.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables _____ It was day of kind that oft […]