All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               She was beauty and dream amongst bed of brome.  Her season’s skin, freckled burst like colored and seeded heads across brome sea of green; her eyes, her smile, her aura in the openness, fall of hair that she stroked away in draw of greater focus to her eyes—green and gold as the sea around—and […]

               The desert sky died of flame, orange and yellow fire tempered and from which told the stars, the Milky Way upon its side, pale-glowed road and trail across time and the heavens.                They watched sky die.  They watched sky cool.  The watched The Way appear.  After, they turned in.                Adobe home in […]