honea byrne

  Epilogue to THE COIN © 2025   Anything and Any Measure to NOT be wrong:                                                                             When he listened to his point of view,  "They are taking over.."  All along the while he thought about the room he taught in was being inside of a rectangle. Inside to escape the Outside-Is the purpose of Education. He had an argument with his girlfriend. Barely made his rent this month. She scorned, "You don't even do anything for me anymore." The day before that he was at the bus stop and telling at kids to get on the bus. They yelled back, "YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" was the mild form of the expression. He returned home-and almost d...

 So he gave in to the advice of his mother and father. 'When All Else Fails right? He sat at the table. Although it was only four square feet, his emotions made the table seem much longer. There always seems to be a lotta pain between where a person is and where he/she wants to be... ...and i really had no idea where i wanted to be. His father's top button of the shirt was unbuttoned, and the tie was removed, "I have been listening to you whine and complain for days now." He paused to let his mother take over, "Your father and I have reached out to your college professor Dr. Ore. Call her." "Yes son. It is time for you to get back on that horse. The ball is in your court." So a month later,  he found himself, "I found myself. Finding out who I really am." Then he was back remembering that day teaching: Hearing his student,  Jakel, do all that street talk in the hallway. Once he came inside of his classroom Jakel's tone changed, “How...

 He remembered being in a line to go into a room to take an aptitude test. He saw a teacher walk up to another teacher and pretend to whisper, "Not him." Therefor, he was taken out of the line. Then he heard his peers mocking him, "Sped kid. He's special."  Took him ten years to get his Bachelors degree in Special Education. He remembered, "So you were taught by Doctor Ore." "Yes Sir," he answered the principal. And that was enough to get him hired. One day he had kids copying multiplication tables on long papers. Just like he did in those sped classes.  "What are you doing? You should be reading them the school handbook!" His superviser seemingly ambushed him. HIs students began to laugh. His superviser told the students, "Shut UP!"  Then there was, "Okay so everybody," He had on his best thrift store bought suit. "Everybody stand up." And the two principals doing "their routine evaluation" l...

 "Look at Detroit . Look even in Jackson, Mississippi or the Mississippi Delta . Everything they touch turns bad. All across the Nation we moved on..." The boy continued, "Some of us were casts out of The White Land," he thought to himself. "You have to come to our side. There's a reason why 'white rhymes with right." He remembered the job interviews. He was a new college graduate . He remembered the repeated courses he had to take. Two of the instructors waited till after the second day of class, "We need to talk." He remembered how compassionate his teachers and job interview superiors tried to sound.  There must be some kind of book out there that had a step by step process of how to get rid of the "those who don't meet the standard." He remembered he argued with the instructor, "Who are you to say I can't," type of sentiment. The instructor then everso politely out other pre-test pretested papers from the ...

 Maybe he needed to be preached to, "They've ruined our economy..." He could imagine someone saying ,"Well you wanted to be black so much. Now you get your chance." In 1988, twenty years after The Civil Rights Movement, white upper middle, and upper white class neighborhoods around the US, parents were horrified that their children were listening to Gangsta Rap. Were the descendants, or the ancestors of the Watts California riots getting revenge?? Revenge demonstrated by white kids talking street talk to their parents after listening to Gangsta Rap?  He remembered an awkward ride to junior high school in his father's pristine black mercedes. His father had to think that he was going to save him, "Son, what is this cassette I found in your bedroom? Kool Moe Dee 'Rise and Shine'?"   He tried in vain for the next five minutes to explain to his father about Rap in two categories: positive rap and gangsta rap. And the destined to be prodigal son...

 He gets to the school parking lot about ten minutes before the bell rings.  "Something smells," Ms. Haggard says loudly as she raises her nose. That was her lead to a conversation with her click. He strolls passed the bathroom and saw her out of his peripheral pointing in his direction. Then he smells the weed. He sees the principal, a student, and one of the school's security guards come out of there. He turns around and quickly observes Haggard and her click. "Have a good day," Haggard says smiling. He turns back around and hears one of them say purposefully loud, "He always smells bad.  Once he is in the room he quickly places a worksheet on his student's desk. Then he stares at the finger by his middle finger salute, "my wedding finger." All along that while remembering that student who was cursing at him. He had the student go out of the room. Followed the student, then he slammed the door behind them so hard that it broke his finger. Ev...

 Anything and Any Measure to NOT be wrong:                                                                                               When he listened to his point of view, "They are taking over.." All along the while he thought about the room he taught in was being inside of a rectangle. Inside to escape the Outside-Is the purpose of Education. He had an argument with his girlfriend. Barely made his rent this month. She scorned, "You don't even do anything for me anymore." The day before that he was at the bus stop and telling at kids to get on the bus. They yelled back, "YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" was the mild form of the expression. He returned home-and almost dosed off until he heard a gunshot fr...

I’ve heard for quite some time, that water is one of the most powerful forces in the world, and beyond this world. In the big three major religions Islam, Judaism, and Christianity there are stories of the great flood. Water being a tool to purge the lands. Water gives life and takes life away. A major storm, named Katrina, did such things. I heard Katrina is German meaning is ‘cleansing.’ Baptism embarks on a spiritual rebirth involving water. Once I placed a hand held glass container that contained holy water. When I removed the barrier of one of my energy points, I took notice that with in days of removing the boundary, the water evaporated. Where’d all the water go? It went to many places, uncountable. This is a story of one drop. One day he remembered to visit his grandmother. “After all she wouldn’t be around forever,” his father told him often. His father would die a couple days prior, The place had a two story Charnell House one could see, from the highway by the beach, all sor...

“Well, you have the opportunity to do something different. I got a question for you. Don’t answer it out loud. Don’t answer it for me. Answer it for you,” Thomas said. “You really get off on telling people what to do don’t you,” Ricky interrupted. “When was the last time that you?” Thomas paused and then threw a pen and a pad at Ricky, “Wrote to your son?” “I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Ricky replied with his eyes full of tears.  “What are you after?” Thomas asked. “Not even sure if I ever was in love,” he said with a tear streaming slowly down his cheek. “It really wasn’t supposed to happen.” It was a college party. He was there with his frat buddies. But he as more interested in making money. “I don’t even know you anymore!” His girl since high school scorned. “You really think I care? I can get any woman I want. Ain’t that right? Come here you.” He motioned his hand, waved her to him. She was very susceptible since she took what he called, ‘A piece of white heaven.’ Five minu...

“Boy you gotta be strong!” “Push till you can’t push anymore,” Ricky told the scared white boy,aka the walking teardrop, as he spotted him on the bench press. By now Ricky had enough clout to be a part of the ____________ gang. Yet Ricky was suspicious that a new God of his own understanding made a way for ‘Lil Burn the whiteboy,’ Bernard to join their gang. Ricky’s word was enough for Bernard to be part of the gang. The whites had rejected, Lil Burn,  weeks back when Ricky stopped a delivery. Ricky kept a cautious eye over the yard. “See Burn, you train your body to train your mind.” Burn noticed Moon watching him from a distance.  Sometime back: Before the whiteboy was more fearful than he had ever been in his life. Ten of the Peckerwoods surrounded him, “Boy we gonna have to teach you. You ain’t supposed to betray your own race." They were in one of those rooms that had faded white and yellow cigarette stained walls. Had church pews in the jail classrooms. The pews were hea...

“Those words haunted you, Ricky?” Ricky replied by rolling his eyes. Yet now Thomas Moon noticed those body language expressions less and less. Was it because Thomas knew it was a defense mechanism. “Ricky, I understand that you’re working with the Chaplain more now.” “Well, I wouldn’t do it if it were a white chaplain.” “Is it important to you really?” “Of course it is.” “Why?” “My grandfather was killed by a cracker.” “You ever seen that movie, ‘Malcolm X?’ The one by Spike Lee?” “You actually going to tell me about it?!” Ricky screamed. Then Thomas turned his head to the guard. “It’s about time for me to leave anyway.” “Well, in one of the final scenes a white lady was telling him about Jesus. And even before that it showed Malcom going to Mecca and all races worshiped ‘a God of their own understanding.' God loves you Ricky. And he’s always got a good plan for you." The boy was scared. Really didn’t belong there. Does anyone really belong there? Ricky’s eyes were following ...

  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...