All Posts By: Byron McCoy
MEDIUMS
Daylight broke as skyline fire fast muted into rose. After, flame departed and James lamented loss of the glory-vision. In compassion, Annie came to him, and with kiss, dispelled the after-cloud that formed at departing of the view. “There’s always another day,” she spoke, touching still to him, arms draped above shoulders […]
WINDOWED OPPORTUNITY
Ground was soft and in afternoon, he pulled posts in forward face to blow off a western wind. In the softness from rains, snows, and saturating mists, the posts pulled easy without need for chain or loader’s aid; and he stacked them in bucket as he went. The little tractor […]
MAKING READY
The birds are returned. I hear them sonorous, settled in the tops of trees. From a cedar, finches burst, hidden and flashing like fish in cover then bursting in sudden sound of fan and burst like minnow school in airborn sea. They flee, circle short, and settle back feeding on the small blue berries; fanning, […]