All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               After, they walked slow and in peace down streets and parkways under trees in full of autumn’s dress.  They walked in the shadows and the sun, with mirth and intimacy one finds only in city of strangers: bustle and race of others on their way, in their lives, unseen and in oblivion to all […]

               They sat in the garden, at walkway end upon bench under cradle-canopy of trees in change from green to gold, the latter emboldened in glow of sunlight through thin-fleshed translucence of the leaves that shone in dazzle at upward gaze and as shadow and light over walkway looking down.                “I’ve gone back to […]

        “What do you think of the world?” he asked.         “I’d rather not,” she responded plain.         “I agree.”         The leaves were turning and shone on the fence and tree lines framing parceled fields not yet consolidated into corporate tracts.         “It is […]