honea byrne

  He prayed to God to grant him the patience. Then he laughed when thinking that’s why he was placed in the job as a prison counselor. The hissing of the fan taught him to listen more intently to his patients. He put a nicer chair in his office: a thirty-year-old small leather black office seat-That’s what the patients called “The best chair in the jail.” As he uncurled his fingers he realized in an instant that the almost skeletal hand uncurled of the Ferryman. He placed the coin in the Ferryman’s hand. Then the Ferryman motioned his robed arm for him to get on the ferry. “Thomas Moon,” the patient read from the name tag. Thomas looked at the patient’s folder. Usually he would have read his patient’s folder, and be better prepared. His name was “Ricky White,” he chuckled at the irony. Said to him “Ricky White, you’re more than just a number. You’re more than a statistic to me.”   He already knew from the patient’s voice that this would be an interesting session. He ...

  There’s a river that passes through hell. To get across that river one must pay the ferryman (Charon). One of the items, energies set free was from an AA coin. When one leaves the Earth he/she must pay the Charon a coin. In other worlds (God’s Time is different from manmade time). The energies of the chip went to a father’s wake. He remembered a few years ago, hearing his father talk to his stepmom, “I just don’t understand why he came to Thanksgiving high out of his mind again. I’ve done everything I could do to help him.” The son remembered being drunk and high when he called his father on the telephone, “It’s your fault that I don’t have anything. It’s your fault my girlfriends leave me. It’s your fault because you treated mom so bad. It doesn’t matter how much money you have. You failed at life. That new wife you got will leave you too. How dare you treat your wife’s kids better than you treat me.” He called his father a lot with those type of sentiments. But this tim...

  Times countless, to me, that I watched my lit candle flicker among the smoke of my lit incense. I have watched smoke form a face inside the cowl hood from the cloak. Next, the smoke gathered around the base, light fog settling on the lands, especially near water, water where spirits gather. Then the smoke rose around the flame. I’m remembering, “The Now Of The Then.” As the smoke around the flame-The Moon among the dark clouds. Did I cause such destruction? To ponder that question is unfortunately opening his/herself to be their own god: A symptom of what modern day magicians (psychologists, counselors, and such) would call a psychosis. When the Night’s Eye shows itself-all sorts of things happen. The Sun eclipsing The Harvest Moon, The Blue Moon, or a Solstice Moon.    On this particular Christmas night, the moon was blood red. The black void of the cloak came  during the 13 th  hour. She’s a wild one. “I have something that scares me. Or I have ...

  “The answer ugh?” Her father said to her. Then laughed. She knew he knew something that she didn’t know. Would she ever know? The sun-the light in the middle of dark clouds didn’t move. “I think she’s dead?” He asked trying to sound comical-had that nervous laugh. Had that type of buzz when everything’s funny or at least he hoped for that.     She meant everything to me. Even though I didn’t know her for long. “You know Zeppline stole a lot of songs,” the employer said. “Dude, there’s only so many riffs, melodies, and rhythms that a musician can play.” The dealer said. Then took another pull off of the ‘Alice in Wonderland’ bong. “’Nobodies fault but mine’ was originally by Blind Willie Johson. ‘When the Levey Breaks’ was by Memphis Mimi and Kansas City Joe. They were Mississippi Delta musicians. The employee insisted, ”Squeeze my Lemon,” The dealer said. Then he started singing with Plant’s vocals from the loud vinyl player.   I know it’s been said m...

    “This is the plan. We drive the car on ninety. We park it in a spot across from the hospital. Then we put her on the beach. And we going to wear gloves so that there will be no finger prints,” the dealer instructed. “We? But how are we going to get back here?” The employee asked. “Oh yea. Good thinking. You’re going to drive her car. Put gloves on. Then you gonna drag her body to the beach. Somebody will find her and we won’t get blamed,” the dealer said. Then he took out a huge fold of money wrapped by a huge rubber band. Unwrapped it and handed the employee a hundred dollar bill. “May I see your license,” the police man asked. Well this one was polite. May work in his favor. Handed him his license then kept his hands low so that the policeman couldn’t see his trembling. “What are you doing out so late?” The employee thought about all of the scenarios. What would be the best and worst? It may not be what it looks like. “Why you got those gloves?” “Oh, I just got...

    “The answer ugh?” Her father said to her. Then laughed. She knew he knew something that she didn’t know. Would she ever know? The sun-the light in the middle of dark clouds didn’t move. “I think she’s dead?” He asked trying to sound comical-had that nervous laugh. Had that type of buzz when everything’s funny or at least he hoped for that.     She meant everything to me. Even though I didn’t know her for long. “You know Zeppline stole a lot of songs,” the employer said. “Dude, there’s only so many riffs, melodies, and rhythms that a musician can play.” The dealer said. Then took another pull off of the ‘Alice in Wonderland’ bong. “’Nobodies fault but mine’ was originally by Blind Willie Johson. ‘When the Levey Breaks’ was by Memphis Mimi and Kansas City Joe. They were Mississippi Delta musicians. The employee insisted, ”Squeeze my Lemon,” The dealer said. Then he started singing with Plant’s vocals from the loud vinyl player.   I know it’s be...