All Posts By: Byron McCoy
TIME AND AGE
There were days they still went to the park and field to play at the goals and white-chalked lines as they had when they were young: soccer ball’s roll, compete of dashes, cuts and body-checks—spirits nearer to fourteen than bodies’ become of forty. They were a step or two—or three or more—slower than […]
SPIRIT-LIFE
“So what are you today?” he asked. “Ocean, storm, morning dew, or something entirely new?” She smiled, dark and depth of her eyes in brighten at pose and phrasing of the question. “New,” she answered one-worded and plain. “And what is that?” he asked in follow. “Me,” giggle slipped in […]
SUPPORTING ROLE
I am taking my son and a friend of his hunting today. They are the main effort. I put them in blinds and I sit on bales, stillhunt through wooded draws in hope, should I kick one up, they flush the boys’ way. I see a doe in the timber. She sees […]
MOTHER AND CHILD
The old man noticed the woman immediately on enter to coffee shop. Unmade in makeup or cover, earth-toned in dress; brown leggings, and plaited, thick weave sweater and scarf of pattern-match—child to chest—she had a natural beauty unadorned, like autumn day when leaves are gone but there remains a beauty in the plainness, a […]