All Posts By: Byron McCoy

                They rested together, on cabin porch, facing the western sky as sun neared in communion with crown of rising earth.  They gazed on sky transformed, hues of revelation from out of the blue, before colors receded into transfigured after-sky of night.  In the changing air, the scent of pines held strong in mountain glade, […]

          She rested in the recess of a shadowed room reading in the soft light and aura-warmth of a mind, enflamed.  Outside, sky shone grey over earth’s blanket-white.  Through window, she listened to the soft sledge-sound of passing cars, tires through slush, snow in melt on the black, and ambient heat, of asphalt’s face.           […]

    “There’s days when a little bit of talk with a female is worth any price.  I figure the reason you don’t have much to say is you probably never met a man who liked to hear a woman talk.  Listening to women ain’t the fashion in this part of the country.  But I expect […]

“…what for me has far deeper implications for psychology, what is far more disturbing from a philosophical standpoint, is that on occasion a man can be created by another man, by another himself, by virtue of a fortuitous encounter, and at any moment…What I want to show is the contact a man can have with […]

                They came upon a clearing, a meadow of open grass on hilltop of ridge above the living shadow of the woods on mountain’s sides.  Doves held in the bare winter branches of woods’ edge, gathered to feed on the heads of foxtail winterkilled in the meadow and laying slumped in stalks by the weight […]

          “No resolutions or expectations?” he questioned, not in judgment but, from want to continue conversation.           “No,” she smiled with an open lightness of spirit.           “What about hopes?” he asked.           Her smile held.  “There are always hopes,” she spoke, “but, those, I leave to the will of the Universe—your God—whatever we choose […]