All Posts By: Byron McCoy
Journal Pages
TROUBLED THOUGHT
3AM, I’ve been up since one. I went to bed at eleven. Mind wouldn’t still, and so I’m up. Not a bad dream, just thoughts that won’t leave and I wrest with them now alone. I smoke a cigar, listen to the night, look out on lawn and street lamped road illumed […]
Short Story
RIVER’S WHISPER
He imagined Ozark ridge and valley, trail woven to their sides; ochre dust in plume to steps in change of earth in arrive of summer’s hot and dry; stain of the dust as powdered dye to shoes, socks, and pants’ cuff-low; sound of the wind at top of ridge, silence of the […]