All Posts By: Byron McCoy
HAUNTINGS OF THE HEART
All hearts harbor hauntings. So it was when she returned. He saw her once again, her face and smile: sand blonde hair with sun bleached strands that scattered like bending rays of light in dance with summer winds; spread of sun-kissed freckles over bridge of nose that spilled onto cheeks and skies of […]
BEYOND THE PLAIN
They walked a country road together in high apex of August heat as sun sank in sight in western sky; its fire greatest in advance of coming eve and night’s cooling respite hinting of autumn airs to come. The sky weighted heavy in humidity from a rain that would not break and dampness refusing […]
WINNING
He no longer thought of winning. His youthful years of games were gone, and he no longer thought of life in such a way. That there must necessarily be fixed winners and losers in engagements, to him, was sophistry of small thought. To believe such did not mean life never played in contradiction to […]
PASSION LOST
Daylight died, and the passion hues of ending eve cooled, steeling into blackness and patterned stars. Leo rested in repose low in night sky with points of Universe fire scattered above and all around. He thought again of the lost glow and canvas of sky painted in the rising and dying of day […]
PASSION SKY
He watched the world awake: magenta sky with violet streaks that glowed before muting into daylight’s blue. Sky painted, then, in passion hues—ephemeral spirit—conveying wonder that cannot, forever, hold; and when it dies, a golden light breaks low in sky as line into rising orb that burns through low-veil clouds, before, cast as violet […]