All Posts By: Byron McCoy
A SIMPLE, NATURAL WAY
Morning glory opened violet-blue in face of the gray-front dawn. In porch rest sit, in place beside, Anna wore shirt of matching hue; its long sleeves worn drawn fully down, white-button of cuff in fasten of close as top three of front bore loose and open in wear that showed in hint pale tops […]
LEARNED LESSONS (AND FURTHER MYSTERIES) IN THE RAISING OF A LADY
It is raining this morning, and by it’s good fortune, I was able to come home. Our sons messaged me. The ceiling of the basement was leaking, but not from the rain. They told me location, reference points of the room and had a good idea. “Do you think it’s the washer?” […]
GREATER GOOD
Theirs was a strong and physical, passionate love but in time, to both, it was not enough. Such love was neither aim nor end nor greater good in and of itself. In this knowing, he reverted to old ways and superstitions that, perhaps were ultimate truth; mainly religion, God, and faith and the […]
GENTLE FEEL
Still in lie, wide of rest, he touched gentle to her part, delicate of finger’s tip to sensitive of spread; slow and gentle kisses into building of her reach; sudden take and strong of lips strong upon his tongue; wave of the feel, warmth of release that stilled and curled her body as breath […]