All Posts By: Byron McCoy
MYSTIC KNOWING
“The perception of beauty is a kind of barometer telling each of us how close we are to actually perceiving the energy…once you observe the energy, you realize it’s on the same continuum as beauty. …The things we perceive as beautiful may be different, but the actual characteristics we ascribe to beautiful objects […]
CHRISTMAS VIEW
Back east, I went for a run this morning wearing off flight and letharg of many meals. It felt good to move. In sky, I listened to a sound I love: flight after flight of geese in song, in rise from harbored sanctuary of the open tidal rivers of the shore for day feeding […]
CHRISTMAS MORN
Christmas dawned and from oaken home in hide of the woods, they stared out upon winter trees. Fine shadowed lines of naked limbs silhouetted in the sky, its orange flame light as last before dawn, burn-follow to the lavender fair and fuchsia glows painted to undersides of high wisped clouds and sky between, alchemized […]
NEW SEASON
Evening shade in magic-hour—light and shadow through trees gone of October-gold, cold and, after, nude in winter’s way—he wrote a story. He wrote it as it came not knowing what it was nor where it would lead. It caught his interest. Beginning wrote and, from, he found the rest. At story’s finish, he […]
WINTER BLOOD
Winter solstice, shortest day of year. Leaves of the almost-laurel showed winter withered and blood maroon, dark hued faces and undersides of brown and blend-faded green. Nearer to earth, closer to porch’s shelter from frost and winter’s kill, low leaves kept green, but they were few and far between. Winters could be […]
SEASONAL SPIRIT
He kissed her taste of mistletoe, candied sugar of her lips, as warmth of the spirit took its hold in heart and expanding out. After kiss, they smiled, radiant through meek. She held his hand as body turned and, with other hand, she refined final details to scene’s array. Party came. Party […]
FOOT-FAULT
“Don’t be afraid to fail! It’s the only way that you get better!” my daughter’s coach shouts to her from side of court. Volleyball game, my daughter serves. She’s winning point after point, but the team they’re playing is far from the toughest they will face, and while hitting target places on the […]
HAPPY PLACE
He tended hearth, enkindling flame in soft build from night ash and embers. Beginning with small strips of wood splintered from ax split and maul on inner burls and branch-interrupted grain, he stirred the ash to find the glow, arranging wood upon, and then breathing life as blow until fire’s take. Larger pieces upon […]