All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               “Have you found another book?” he asked to Anna.                She sought to read one then, but it didn’t speak.  It didn’t touch, hold her attention, nor draw spirit and mind richly into.                The story wasn’t hers.                She lain on the sofa, body reposed, long of her torso to cushioned rest, cant […]

               Again a dawn of heavy dew, cool of early morning’s air to bare of her naked skin, glow of the sky in catch of the sun in veil and cover of the mist, unseeing of the distance, only details of the near; heart-shaped leaves of the redbud tree, green-edged line of chartreuse glow in […]