I write in the mornings. I begin when the sky is black and nothing shows. I write, and the thought and sky begin to glow. The sky warms from the horizon up, muted hues of a light yet revealed. When the thought I wish to share completes, dawn breaks and I am blinded and […]
All Posts By: Byron McCoy
SPOILED
It is after dark before I am home. The house is quiet, and the children are “in bed,” having a sleepover in Audrey’s room. I shower, washing free the dirt from a day in the field, and when I exit the bathroom, a child waits in the kitchen with their mother. He “can’t […]
FOOLISH
“…I’ve worked through my fear of feeling foolish. Doesn’t it take a certain degree of foolishness to open up to anyone: to leave ourselves exposed to all kinds of risks and hurts? But doesn’t the same foolishness also open ourselves to all kinds of good that might come too? Before, I guarded myself in […]
UNDEFINED
“Well you don’t know much about me. I’ll explain it as best I can…” The song played in the kitchen as dinner wound to a close. They listened to the melody, the harmony, its lyrics, and the song added further calm to an already peaceful room. Listening to their sound, the little boy […]
FOREVER AFTER
I’ve always had an affinity for love stories, ones that pull you in, light you up, and leave you different after. I’ve lived a few, some with intent, others entirely by chance. For me, the latter always seem to be the ones that hold true. When a love story is sought—to find what you […]
MOULIN ROUGE
“My gift is my song, and this one is for you… And you can tell everybody that this is your song. It might be quite simple but now that it’s done. I hope you don’t mind. I hope you don’t mind That I put down in words…” Some souls strike you different. The world […]
EYES, MINDS, AND WORLDS
I like believing what I share might add a positive to someone’s day, might show someone that they’re special, raise their spirit in some small way. I like beginning my mornings seeking to create something kind, a ray of light because I believe—a beginning like that—can illuminate the rest of a day. Maybe I’m […]
VALUE
I don’t know how to impress people when I want. I don’t know how to attract attention when I seek it—not that I want it often or from many—but there are times when I do. I used to be able to walk onto a field and just take over. I could outrun, outhit, outhustle […]