All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        “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 […]

               She accepted from him the role of muse as one who when presented with a possibility, unexpectedly, discovers purpose: as if it had been, should be, and could be no other way.                In her aura, she existed unchanged, indifferent, yet always aware of the place and purpose that she played.  She was present […]