A Beacon of Light


sketch by: JustPaperKid

As a writer I am involved in a social structure that consists of many talented artists, most of whom agree that some of the most beautiful, ingenious masterpieces have stemmed from tragedy.  However, my friends and acquaintences become obsessed with discussing/posting about nothing but the tragedies of this world, ignoring the beautiful and the good.

Lucky for me I stumbled upon a ray of sunshine in Tonya Mcoy’s sublime coverage of the everyday miracles that drastically impact this planet for the better.  It is her job to extract the joy of art, music, community and transcribe the metaphysical; a job she does well.  She has covered artists like Laura Wattles (JustPaperKid) who has created work for Aerosmith, Oprah Winfrey and Al Roker.  Miss Mcoy also has the distinguished honor of sharing the talents of artists who create art of a different nature.  For example, in “A Garden of Hope” (@Urban Magazine, March Issue) she explores a homeless shelter in Atlanta that, with help from the community, created a community garden, where the homeless don’t just feed their bellies, but their pride and self-worth as well.

A writer like Tonya is the very definition of “A Beacon of Light” as she sheds light on the everyday struggles, defeats and victories of talented artists and people who fight to make this world a better place.

For more work by the artist JustPaperKid

For “10 Years With The Poser” and other articles by Tonya Mcoy


Men in the Company of Women: A Provocative Anthology of Praise and Persuasion


Without certain women in my life I wouldn’t be where I am today.  I can’t tell you how honored I am to be a apart of this wonderful project.  Old, young, skinny, large, beautiful, ugly, angelic, demonic women are studied with a creative eye in this anthology written exclusively from the male perspective on the finer sex.

Excerpt from “The Trembled Evening”  by Jay Maul

The bright grayness is almost strange, as if the sun has melted and become particles of soft woolen light floating around her in the mist that turns everyone into wet-haired ghosts.

Her favorite is the Gemini tree.  It is nothing special, nor is the house it guards, but she loves the vision of twin trunks sprouting from one under-earth acorn for centuries more.  She looks up at the leaning twins, seemingly wanting to embrace her like a tall, caulicle mother.  She envisions their death: one of them gets sick and in the storm-night’s violence the weight of its dying body brings them both down.

Near the end of the walk is the silence park.  It’s a tiny park, tucked between a cul-de-sac and a parking lot.  She seeks sanctuary in this sacrosanct lot, but a man who lurks beyond the wall that separates her stronger self from the shell that once was shocks her with his presence.

He’s come to ask for forgiveness for leaving her with their dead child.

The rest of this story and many more creative, wonderful works celebrating the dynamic essence of women can be purchased here.  Thank you all for your support.