All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        Hands as actors, story as spark, she felt the yellow burst in warmth of touching to her part; love story of his hands, writing to her skin.  Delicate, lovely—touching—closing eyes in warmth of bliss, mouth’s welcome to his kiss, she opened greater, inviting all and whole of story’s write upon and in her […]

        Field and sky before his view appeared as a Van Gogh painting absent coarseness of his human style—softer cast and more gently blended by the airy hand of God.  Still, colors and span same in style: bright of the blue, bold tufts and blots of cloud layering sky in depth; shadow of green […]