I believe the best gifts are those appreciated more with time. Sometimes that’s minutes. Sometimes that’s hours, days, years—a lifetime. We see better and more truly the thought and intention that went into, and seeing that, new perspectives and appreciation appear. With our own years, experience—and seeing what others gifted to, and […]
All Posts By: Byron McCoy
Short Story
UNTRYING
She thought of her mother as she remembered when she, herself, was only child: dark of her hair, match of her eyes, an elegance of untrying that was feminine mystique she herself never felt she had. Through the years and distance of time, she saw too what she didn’t then; a sensuality in the […]
Short Story
GLOAM
She began to believe in angels. She began to believe in God—to discern and sense their presence everywhere within her life. She held to first, gift of second, then as child took in nurse upon her as they rested in gloam of beginning dawn in glow through wide room window; their bodies, minds, and […]
Journal Pages
LAYERS
I look at a painting I am working on, contemplating next move as I wait and let paint dry. It isn’t the product of a single sitting, single rushed make. Like most things of depth and intention, there are layers to it all. Perspective, depth, scales—one layer and pass refined the last. It is a little […]