All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               They sat together at island place in study of patterned prints.  To each, he imagined her upon.  She was beautiful, made the patterns more so, and he could not help but think.                For a subtle room few would notice or see, but they would, it was reason enough to remodel and make in […]

               In return of the cool and autumn-change, Hannah made note of world around.  Lawns and lanes of the park became as crowns of the trees above—open and empty, golden hintings in hold of way of before but nothing as summer’s fill and full.                She liked the quiet, when park fell empty.  She liked […]

        He sat in a blind in overlook and cover of worked field, disked and planted to wheat in long, odd shape made in frame of wooded waterways that were its bounds.  Across the dry, earth-turned clouds, gossamer strands of fine spun webs danced in wind and western sun.  Sun still high, day still full, […]

         He wondered if she tired of waiting, delaying what she knew her fate and inevitable destiny; and so he asked.         Before the flame in whitewashed heart, form and column made of brick, antlered skull upon the hearth in symbol-sign of crooked way, he asked, “Are you ready to make […]