All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               “Don’t adventures ever have an end?  I suppose not.  Someone else always has to carry on the story.”—J.R.R. Tolkein, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring ___________                She paused on the line; read again, breathing slow and deep, brushing waved hair back from fall beside and before her face: affected […]

               “…that great and singular movement of a heart that begins to love is a very obscure and a very sweet thing…all that might have been love in the whole course of his life flowed together in a sort of ineffable light.                 It was the second white apparition he had encountered.  The Bishop had […]

               The winter front brought sky of low ceiling, a slow moving gray with mournings of rain between arid eyes of melancholy, a light wind on the air that left the sense of dampness even when rains withheld and stayed in somber sky.                Under its cast, Ryan and Emma walked the streets of the […]

               “A shift in Universe, what do you mean?” she asked.  “What are you speaking of?”                He smiled, “Maybe, in speaking open and true before God—or Universe—if that’s what we want to call It; being open and vulnerable before sensing and sentient force; It understands.  It recognizes and discerns sincerity, goodness of heart indifferent […]

               “Have you found a new book?” he asked.                She smiled to the question, humored in attention and care for a interest dismissed by most of the world.  She took a draw from her morning coffee, warmth in trace moving across lips, tongue, then down.  She waited for reside of the feel before responding […]

“He no longer beheld the night…It seemed to him that he felt those wings that we all have within us, unfolding…”                 Temperature fell, then storm arrived: slanting snows and billows of wind that broke in burst against wall and windows, scratch of snow soft in after-settling.  Inside, they held to the warmth of one […]