All Posts By: Byron McCoy
EASTER SEEDS
Rain fell light from gray-cast sky whose cover slowly thinned in hint of violet from sky-blue through. Indoors, they looked on its fall, unseen in fine through sky but showing in dimpled strikings cement walks pave of street before their home. Indoors, they thought of their garden and the growth that would […]
BREATH OF LIFE
God created man of clay, her name—from Breath of Life. First consonant sound in huff-press of breath in speak and escape from lungs in empty changed in soften and smooth of vowel flow, tongue-touch and flicker to roof of mouth in syllable note and consonant flash before last and smooth of feminine end […]
EXPERIENCE AND AGE
Experience and age—they learned attraction was mostly mind; power and effect of thoughts and impressions that lingered in encourage and guide of feel and emotions before, beyond and through limited moment of their live. Experience and age—they lived the lesson of their learning. They did not hide and, too, did not full-open […]
CHANGE IN AIR
You can tell when the humidity changes. Seed in the planter begins to stick and lines plug in the clinging of the seed. Everything works perfect—then it doesn’t—and you step outside the tractor cab and feel the air cling and stick to you as it does the seed in the […]
SPOKEN WHY
“I want to write it artfully,” he spoke, genuine and sincere. “I want to write it as a beauty, in a romance and as love, beyond and more than the littleness of lust. It’s so much more—and that’s the Spirit I seek to share. Man needs romance to live inspired. Man needs […]
VOICE-ANSWER
“Wouldn’t you love to live as this?” he asked her in the after, touch and trace of finger-path to heated smooth of her resting delicate, “to write and share and live our dreams and let that be enough…” he spoke, his face close-held to hers. Her arms remained in […]