All Posts By: Byron McCoy
Short Story
ALMOST-AUGUST
Almost-August rain, he listened to the crickets’ sing in daylight shadow of the storm. Strong heat broken into a state of cool that tempered and calmed the summer strength. A quiet on the land, he listened and sensed. Rain began again, and he sat amidst its gentle fall as crickets silenced […]
Journal Pages
GIVEN CHANCE
“Dad, do you want to kick the ball with me?” Owen asks. It’s 8:45. A full day, I’m about to shower and go to bed. Not close to a window to see myself, I ask him, “Is it still light?” “It’s getting dark, but we can still see…” My first […]