Played around and found some sounds today, went back to some old lyrics and played around to fit them to a sound; very rough, but still a working start! Battered and bruised, she helped me up when I couldn’t help myself. Broken and scarred, she helped me rise when I had nobody else. Wasn’t the […]
All Posts By: Byron McCoy
Short Story
TREE OF LIFE
“What is Magic to you,” he asked as they walked together in autumn eve through glade of fallen spirits. “Where does Universe sign? How does God speak, to you?” A wind caught and its touch through trees stripped and scattered further cast of colored leaves weakened in autumn’s hold scattering in wind and […]
Short Story
A BETTER FRIEND
“How do I be a better friend?” he asked in vulnerability and admission of faults and limitation to discernment. “How do I learn to offer what another wishes instead of proceeding in irreverence?” His friend listened, processing question before providing answer. “Listen,” the friend replied. “Think on what another says and shares […]
Short Story
AFTER-DROUGHT
For two days, ran fell beneath grey that cast as blanket, complete, across the sky. Cracks of the dry, split earth smoothed, and the shadow of the clouds and fall of the rain restored depth of hopeful hues to landscape of barren brown and paling green. By strain, the land was strengthened in […]
Journal Pages
INTERCESSION
I believe in miracles, in intercessions and the power of prayer. I write not to convince another but to speak in testament of my own faith. For four days, my daughter has been ill. Her stomach hurts. She runs in and out of fever. Her throat aches. She makes movement in improvement, then […]
Journal Pages
SILENT AND SHALLOW
I shared a story with a friend. Growing up, we were best friends, but we are all changed in time and life-experience. We find purpose, or fall into fold with directioned masses, and as we proceed in life—molded, shaped, and directed in experience—people, places, spirits intimate in past become strangers when revisited in the […]
Short Story
WINTERKILL
Hard frost arrived. Winterkill occurred and, by silent shattering of cells, death came to another life season. In the new gold light of rising sun that burned silver killing frost back to harmless dew, Annie stared on the vestige of her, day before, verdant garden. Tomatoes, heirlooms of forgotten lineage, who night before […]
Journal Pages
WITHOUT ANSWER
Do we owe others explanation for our words? Should we be ready and willing to say more than what stories state and express? Should we, or have right to, tell when another serves as catalyst or inspiration to a thought; or is such intrusion and offense? Without invitation, are we wrong […]
Bible Thought / Faith
HEBREWS 13
“Let…charity…abide in you. And hospitality do not forget; for by this some, being not aware of it, have entertained angels…”—Hebrews 13: 1-2 I read these words to end a morning moment, and as it ends, I wonder: how often are we visited in this life? How often, unknowing—or through veil of partial […]
Journal Pages
INVESTMENTS
I wrote two letters this morning. Before beginning, I reflected on how little I’ve invested into friendships and people that hold meaning in my life. In distractions of the immanent, the more important fell away—never pressing, always there but forgotten in the background—until purposeful consideration returns such back to front and sight. This […]