All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               She stole his breath.  She held his stare.  Both were objects of her aim whether known in intention of beginning or residing deeper, somewhere, in depths of her subconscious.  It did not matter.  Effect was same.                Having attained, having achieved, she set about the room in feigned unnoticed and pretend indifference as woman […]

               She filled her home with verdant colors: yellows, pinks, lavender-pastel, and the ever-present white of nature-purity in bloom.                She loved the hues whose light and tones of vibrance awakened home in spirited colors of the same.                With crossed arm beneath her breasts, hand held in elbow-nook of opposite arm close against her […]

        Mars and moon were near again, drawn closely in the sky and centered in halo arc of orb in frost-heavened catch of moon’s reflect.         On sight, he thought of a story and on full moon growing to becoming.  Name of both were same.           Maybe just coincidence, maybe […]