All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        After, he felt the hollow, desire it was so.  He felt his heartbeat in slow and deep of pulse within his chest, its strike into his septum and appendage tingle of hands and legs.           Maybe it was sleep, he told himself, but knew that it was else—an else, alone, that […]

        Still in his sleepless, he thought of love and wrote of way imagined.  Candle-light, faint flicker-shadows moved in waver of flame upon the wick; smile and eyes, her body close in faintness of night cover.           Arc of her body as he moved in near, draw of low back, forward stretch […]

        “You ever have those nights you can’t sleep?” he asked.  “Maybe you fall asleep early, then can’t get back; or there’s something on your mind; or something in your soul that won’t give you rest?”         He didn’t expect an answer, but he spoke it still as if someone there would […]