All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               James tried to write, but neither words nor story showed.  In evening’s fall, sky shone black and starless from clouded night, moon hinting as glow but undefined through mask of cover that moved low and fast, contours and folds of accented and shone as they crossed before the glow.                 Before window’s view, Annie […]

               My wife and future daughter-in-law had their first fight last night.  She is in first grade, and our son is in second.  I concede, perhaps, they will not last (as some contend, they have not even begun) but the natural fool and romantic that’s me holds hope.  They were in the same pre-school class, […]