All Posts By: Byron McCoy

          Emma was composed in warmth of an autumn love that took and beget as Life, making entry into world under announcement of Perseids’ star-fall and light of colored trails in sky-celestial rain from Heaven onto earth.           As with Bethlehem in history told, there are some souls born, modest and unannounced, by world that […]

        He rested on the porch reading with the falling sun listening as crickets and cicadas resumed their songs from night before, their sunfall scratch and cadence that seemed eternal, ever-present in night dying light and eves, building strength as summer days waned, a false forever until—one day—it was gone as becomes to […]

               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 […]