All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               Night lived and candle burned, opening in melt and deep-heart glow of amber light that danced in gentle wave, softly, as bodies’ shadow over wall; rise and fall and sway of ride and brace and fall above; melt in warmth of holding flame in loveliness of tempered, kept, heart-luminescence.                 Alive in the amber […]

               “Do you believe in dreams?  That is, do you believe that a dream can be prophetic?  You smile.  Christ, don’t you believe anything any more?  You smile.  Your God used to send messages in dreams, didn’t he?…I know what is going to happen.  I dreamed it, but it is also going to happen…”—Walker Percy, […]

               “No, that’s not the mystery.  The mystery lies in the here and now.  The mystery is: What is one to do with oneself?…Look out there.  A fall afternoon…with the peculiar gold light that fills the sky when the first wedge of Canadian cold air slides like a crystal prism under the Gulf…Look at the […]