honea byrne

  WHERE DO I GET MY IDEAS from? I get my ideas from changing points of view. When I change points of view, I get different perspectives of why certain things happen to certain people in their life. Having these points of view, I dare implore that one can even travel across space and time; maybe even dimensions. Sometimes, I even go to graveyards and play my guitar.  "You go to graveyards to play guitar” Not only because graveyards are silent. One can reap things that are left behind in a graveyard. Imagines a memory-brought by a familiar sound. And everything gets loud.   The beating of her heart was the bass. The wind carrying the sounds of cicadas, locusts, beetles, the chirping of birds become my treble. She was stuck in a moment while the setting sun’s rays release ravaging fingers that manipulate the shadows on the tombstones. Then those fingers paint orange red, pink to grey. Then illuminate through the street's light and the fool’s glare faded to a pale ...

  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.” At a Thanksgiving, a few years later I would learn that he had cancer. My stepmom, my father, my niece and nephew were in the kitchen. There were platters, bowls, and plates with the regulars on the marble center table, potatoes, gravy, turkey, cranberries, and dressing. The interior designer came in, seemingly from nowhere. Wearing blue jeans and a black shirt to get his pay. He asked my stepmom, while my father was in the kitchen, “How’s he taking th...