All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               All the day, under cover-cloud and a light, slow rain that fell; they stayed indoors in state of their open free.                Day removed, Anna’s pink-rose of burn tempered into tan, red of the skin changed in tone that raised and bronzed her freckles from winter’s hide; a new beauty, a new allure in […]

               Not long after return indoors from patio’s rest, restless of a heavy restored in weight and tension in air and selves.                 Anna stood in kitchen place, looking out on evening sun and yellow light of hour’s change and its paint of her body in bikini’s wear, yellow of shoulder straps still low and […]

               “Do whatever brings you to life, then.  Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions.  Trust them.  Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.”—Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic _____                In porch rest eve, Anna read the words from book amidst her spirit-peace.  She looked on her world, life’s scene around—lake and lawns and break […]

        He loved her jostle-waver of breath, faint and broken from mouth across extend of kiss-left tongue as feel, in focus, overcame; waves of her sudden as he kept in their love; close of her eyes, back-drape of her head as feeling rolled and body followed; cover of his mouth to hers, waver-break […]

               Returned from water and rush of the ride, they settled back to home.  Anna’s shoulders showed of day’s sun-change, red-pink that lightened under pressure of touch, sensitive but not in pain; lines of bikini’s cover showing pale and thin over shoulder tops and covering spread of front as she rested with straps drawn low […]

               Blue burned through the sky of gray erasing restless of malaise and deferring examen of the deeper questions with more than surface answers.                World warmed bright under sun, and they went out upon the water.  Fast of the boat, blow of the wind in whip and rustle through clothes and hair, sounds and […]