All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               They sat in the garden, at walkway end upon bench under cradle-canopy of trees in change from green to gold, the latter emboldened in glow of sunlight through thin-fleshed translucence of the leaves that shone in dazzle at upward gaze and as shadow and light over walkway looking down.                “I’ve gone back to […]

        “What do you think of the world?” he asked.         “I’d rather not,” she responded plain.         “I agree.”         The leaves were turning and shone on the fence and tree lines framing parceled fields not yet consolidated into corporate tracts.         “It is […]