All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               It was only a morning scribble—written fast to make her feel, to inspire thought and invitation to action of the art, raw and unrefined as the give and share had been.                She read the page.  He read her eyes, their widen light and follow-shade, temper of first flash-feel; her smile that showed, further […]

               Waning gibbous shone, still high in west and navy sky’s become of sky blue-pink; snow lavender in shade of morn before the sun.  In the light, in the mood, her skin shaded as sky same, lavender of blue in shadow away, pink to light’s face and, too, of tone warmings painting through.                 She […]

               “Art is the conversation between lovers.  Art offers an opening for the heart.  True art makes the divine silence in the soul break into applause.”—Hafez _____                They walked together in the open blue, winter sky of silver sun whose light reflected white over lawn and spread of snow.  Upon the trails, footsteps showed, […]

               It was love language that they shared—the songs they played and loved, words and tones and melodies that returned them into memories, imaginings and dreams, and, too, into acute and attune of intimate’s present.                Warm spell came and lived in the week.  It melted snow and erased the last of ice made of […]

               “Deal me in, deal me out, pick me out of a crowd.  In the dark, all alone, I’ll go anywhere but home…” _____                Winter moon shone bright and full in the cloudless winter night.  Around its silver-white, cold in winter clear, aurora halo shone in reach and cast of further radiance, far limit […]

               “This is what I want to do,” he spoke.  “Live and write romances and let life take care of rest.”                She knew he meant it.                 “It’s a beautiful way of fictions,” she answered wishing it could live and last as more.                 “Maybe it could be real,” he spoke looking out on […]