All Posts By: Byron McCoy
Short Story
AFTER THE HEIGHT
And just like that, autumn’s height was passed. In single night, single storm, a single wind unnoticed in the dark that felled the greatest of splendor, autumn’s height was ended; and they woke to sodden world naked of the wonder. Where day before, splendor held, limbs shone naked in their stand; autumn’s cover […]
Journal Pages
WHAT IS LOVE?
What is love? You know it when you feel it. More important, you know it when you don’t. Love and romance, they are not the same. Romance is the high, a hope-elation. Love is something more. Love is the selflessness, acts of service—great and small—we give because we care about […]