All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        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 […]

               They worked in the garden all afternoon under high of bright spring-sun.  On the wind, a cool remained.  Part work, part pleasure, part simply living time together, they labored in a common purpose, a common passion, a common joy; and, when efforts live such way, labor seemed as play.                Nearing to end, she […]

               Stories—it was how they spoke, way they shared: reading, learning, discerning one another.  What they chose to show, gave for other to read and see, their selves were in them all; pieces offered for construction to fuller see of puzzled selves.  In symbols, signs, and commonality of themes, there lived a resonance between—felt, know, […]

               “Love is not just looking at each other, it’s looking in the same direction.”—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry _____                Finger’s spread, deep rouge of tips’ in dig and press strong into sides of thighs, she held to him in brace and forward-face as they pulsed in rhythm-love.  Morning waking, spirit-making, love-praising in the dawn, they […]