All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        I passed a set of flashing lights this morning on a mostly empty road.  A Sheriff’s truck under overpass with no other car around, wondering what I missed—I looked a little closer.         Against direction of traffic, walking towards, was a teenage boy—pack strung over single shoulder.         From […]

               Like the dawn and light in sky, Anna woke slowly in her rise.  In move and pass before kitchen’s window showing amber light, he loved and adored the natural-pure of her morning way: face unmade, freckle-pattern of skin, light, over brow and cheeks and bridge of nose; flat of her waking eyes like sky, […]

               Anna gazed on perfect sky of blue and clouds that painted dreams.  Gone was the rain, gone was the gray, returned was warmth and light; and of the spirit she returned in own to beckon of farm home; to quiet nights and equal dawns, serenity of place.                 She felt the pang of heart-desire, […]