honea byrne

The Cloak- She had to use her cell phone as a computer, to send her desperation on Messenger. Next, she remembered laying flat. As she stared at the ceiling light the Moon passed over the Sun, “An eye closed. The clouds then cloaked The Night’s Eye. Lightning fingers touched the land with just enough authority to turn off anything that lit the land. A few that knew of the entities coming through an open barrier dared not to tell. She saw nothing in the darkness of the cloak. It was a comfort she so adored until the whispering came. She could’ve been approached by anyone. Actually the whispering words became clear. Clearer than any voice she had heard before. Yet it began to frighten her because she couldn’t understand who or what they were talking about. Then she saw the bright light. The emergency technicians were opening her eyelids, checking her pupils with that special light, while talking all that medical talk. Placing the pads on her chest. She did know though, someho...

  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 eclipsing of 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 something I’m...

  ...and the black and white television was difficult to watch. Time was running out as Donald Trump yelled “Make America Great Again” the streets back home seemed to elevate that thing called ‘Crime’ was in everything. The sound of the inhale is screaming and crying. The sound of the exhales is houses boarded up and dilapidated buildings. Gangs took everything. Her father was supposed to come back. She dared not to sleep because she knew they would come.  Her eyes were dry. Didn’t want to close her eyes. Yet she knew it wouldn’t make a difference when they came. She could hear her mother through the thin uninsulated walls cradling her baby sister, while she sang those timeless lullabies. She heard the roar of a big truck. A particular roaring she had not heard before. She heard a heavy door opening. Feet heavily stomped on the ground. The door closes, A key goes into the lock. Tears stream down her cheeks. The door swung open. Then a large imposing man stood in the doorway, “...

                 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 ...

 ...then on the screen of the T.V. (TellMeVision) box, a person is throwing dollars, one by one, on the floor from a balcony. A female voice emerges from the sound of the dollars, "The Government. Yes our government is lying to us again. Surprise Surprise."- that introduction was the cue to fade to black, then return to a clear screen focus to a black woman's face that has no blemishes. Beautiful pristine afro-An I'm wondering has "'Fight The Power' come to this?" She continues, "Our government owes us stimulus money that they have not been telling us about. All of you will get an extra $6,660." The numbers in big font flash on the screen while she enunciates "Six thousand, six hundred, and sixty dollars."-a strange frequency hums over the sounds. Her face looks even more beautiful as she goes on, "This money our government owes us is on a black card. You can spend the money however you want. They'll put more money on it ...

  He pulled over at the state line rest stop, wanting to hide. Wanting to hide. Wanting to take a break from life for a while. All he could do was cry. “Well son, you ain’t drunk are you?” He watched his tears fall onto the seal of Solomon coin. “Damnit Damnit Damnit.” “That’s a lot of damns, son.” He laughed. Then he lit a cigarette. Took a long pull. “I’ve dedicated my whole life to her.” “Bullshit. You ain’t seen her in twenty years. You know what to do I’ve heard you say it in meetings. You know. Like that Neil Young song. ‘I am but a dreamer, and you are just a dream. You could have been anyone to me.’” Why didn’t you try to stop?” “I did. But you just had to find out for yourself. What’s the song say?” “’I am but a dreamer, and you are just a dream. You could have been anyone to me.’” “That’s right son. “Now get your ass to a meeting.”               He kept crying and crying. Had been driving for about four ho...

  Pretending I’m talking to you again. Professing my love, “It’s been so long. When you left me, I blamed myself. I should have said or done something different. Should have done something better. With that distance of time-ICAN LOVE YOU NOW. I may not be capable of love now. Yet I am more capable now to try. ‘That’s the difference in that Serenity Prayer.’ I remember when you left I’d look for a clue of you everywhere I went.” She gave me something shaped like a coin. Said it was one of The Seals of Solomon. I released the power in that coin to find a couple. To influence them to truly love one another. I wanted to use the power for myself. But …” Sigh. I let you go a long time ago,”-a vainless lie I tell myself. Will this be in The Hundred Love Letters I’ll Never Send   my love? I remember that first date. You were supposed to meet me at the graveyard. Seemed like an odd place. I went through a pack of Kamel Kools waiting on you. Pathetic me. I was eighteen years o...