All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               In their intimacy, they were free to be strange, free to be weird, which is to say themselves.  Being so, being strange, they spent much of days in laugh and jest, leaving light what was meant to and giving weight to what meant more.                They joked, they teased, set pranks of different degrees; […]

               “Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone—and finding that that’s ok with them.”—Alain de Botton _____                Sky was overcast and with the gray and mute of cloud, sounds of the world seemed same.  Cicadas hid their sounds.  Crickets sang low, soft-meek in background of morning as birds again restored in […]

               A cool restored in August’s dawn.  Dew blanketed heavy the blades of grass; silver shadow over lawn before catch of first-light sun and becoming of gold resplendence in amplifying of the light.  Sun further rose, its cast and shine through leaves, turned chartreuse in focus of the light, whose tips and veins colored furthermore […]