All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               There is a strangeness that lives in spirit-communion.  Even more than bodies paired in love’s meet; spirits shape and attune in becoming, one like other, into fit and meld of unity-one.                Spirit does not wonder if they are on the other’s mind.  Spirit knows, for the other is on theirs too; and Universe […]

        They walked in the woods having lost the trail, neither minding, both in know that to lose one’s self—sometimes—is a gift.  Worn in pattern and path of game, it paralleled the lay of ridge, little gain or loss in elevation—path of least resistant in a sloped and rugged land.           Elevation, […]

        It became for them a sanctuary, hide, and second home wherein willing and in acts—opening, giving, surrendering, receiving—they loved.  In sweep and fall into fast-sudden over floor; in stand of pin and brace to walls; in openness of table’s spread; in raise and sit to heirloom top,  she held in upright and close embrace […]

               Gazing out from porch in view, in share of single chair where she rested to his lap—his arm’s weight and gentle burden felt in the points of her hips and the lightening of his arms to hands at rest, easy and natural, in place and cover of her low lap, knees wide and cross-legged […]

               At evening shade, she walked amongst light and contemplations.  Morning’s gray and wind-driven front of cold blew on into a sky of cerulean clear.                 She thought of dreams.  She thought of stories.  Were there meanings in them both?                 She wondered.                She thought of life and the rare sometimes moments one suspects […]

               “Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.”—Saint Teresa of Avila _____                He’d written the story many times, each time in new and subtle, different guise but always—at root and essence—the same.                He tried again in the morning dark, in quiet and calm of […]