honea byrne

 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 ...