All Posts By: Byron McCoy
TRANSITION
They watched the river slow-roll past, high sides of the banks in low of summer’s run, mud’s crack and peel where what once was covered dried and broke on August’s sun. From the trees that lined high side of bank, crickets and cicadas called, and to the songs, in […]
AMERICAN GOTHIC
“Another Bloody Church…” she joked in chide and tease of self and memory of a past, but this one not in foreign place but land and soil of her home. One point in time, the church had stood in immanence over city. Now, height and site were inverted—a hole in the sky and […]
FUN
It isn’t “wild,” nor “blue ribbon” or “remote,” but it is “fun.” Sometimes we forget the last in chase of other words. For years, I fished the place with flies and marabou jigs recommended at the fly shop. For years, I never caught anything. […]