All Posts By: Byron McCoy

WHAT WE SEE

            I used to write with a focus for struggle, disillusionment, and loss.  Hardship and hurt were the lenses through which I wrote.  Hemingway wrote this way until he blew his brains out, alone, in a depression he designed.  Fitzgerald wrote the same, but in a softer light, until he drank himself to death.  Steinbeck […]

ONLY GOOD

I don’t worry if I’m wrong. I know my heart is good. There were seasons when I did, More than I ever should;   That left me broken, left me dark, Denied the good within my heart;   But such has passed and now I see, Again, the good that is of me; And if […]

TESTING FATE

            Why do men test fate?  Is it foolishness, destiny, or is such decided by observers only after the end is written—for better or worse—when what becomes of a definitive act and a life course after is learned and known, and we are free to critique the consequence of another on whom we affix a […]

AGAPE

Love, it is a loaded word, and so we shy away Even when it is, precise, the one we mean to say. Affinity, goodwill, wanting for another only best. Isn’t all this love?  Why insinuate the rest?   Love can be for spirit, for heart as well as mind. Isn’t this the love for soul […]

AS WE GO

If others view me as a fool, All are free to think. They’re judging what they do not know From what they cannot see.   We have one chance to live this life. We learn it as we go. If we never try, nor make mistakes, How will we ever know?   Follow the paths […]