honea byrne

I have been practicing guitar for thirty minutes a day, for four months now. I was inspired to practice every day, by a friend of mine who frequents the openmic at The Julep Room in Ocean Springs. He said he practices two hours a day. I reflected on my own practices and realized I may have been practicing an hour a week, Most of the time I practiced while watching television. I foolishly, only thought that I was just a terrible guitar player, and there was no hope.   It started off trying to learn Zakk Wyldes solo to Ozzy Osborne's  “No More Tears.” Then I started learning other cover songs during that thirty minutes. These songs were David Bowie’s “Heroes” Talking Head’s “Once In a Life time,” Social Distortion’s “Untitled,” and “When The Angel’s Sing,” Lynard Skynard’s “Simple Man,” and Bob Seger’s cover of “Trying to Live My Life Without You,” I also wrote poems. One of em’ I put chords to was “Making Something Beautiful Out of Something So Broken.”     About three wee

Years ago, The Owner was in prison, in a town only known by the numbers 1125137676. The prison was close to St. Francesville, Louisiana. His room mate Oliver only speaks ‘God talk’. Meaning that he only says biblical scriptures, and incoherent speech with the word Jesus, or Jehovah after every other word. They have been assigned to clean up the prison’s graveyard. On this particular day, Oliver was in pain from being assaulted by a prisoner, Isaac. The Owner was removing weeds from gravestones. After several minutes he noticed that he didn’t hear Oliver. “Oliver?” The Owner whispered to himself. “Where are you?” The Owner stood up saying it more like an order to whatever entity could be in the wind. After several minutes of looking, he found Oliver was kneeled in front of the statue of Jesus. The statue was covered with thorns and weeds. Jesus was in the middle of the graveyard. The Owner didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to help Oliver. He looked at the face of Je