All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               He admired as she worked in light and island open space, fair of her skin in gleam—iridescent in the bright.  Long and lean and fine of hand, dexterous in their labor and working, fair and beauty of rest of her body under buttoned cover of long-sleeve shirt, flash of skin at wrists at sleeve’s […]

               They opened door.  Little was changed from last when she was there: order of home, make of the beds, wood’s stack by stove and stone-hearth’s sides.                 All was as she’d left it—waiting—patient for her return.                They carried in their bags and left the front door open.  She desired wild as much as […]