Love has the power to break all chains!
“Residential” Farm By Raymond Roy As the priest drove away, painted smiles on my new guardians, transformed into distorted scowls akin to grotesque masks in a Twilight zone episode. The Mister, seethed,“Well Mrs., looks like we have that summer labor we’ve been prayin fer.” Mister was a scrawny crotchety person. Shoulders bare, void faded blue … Continue reading Residential Farm by Raymond Roy #sundayphotofiction
I grew up around alcoholics and had a front row seat to a wide variety of drunks, kind, angry, racist,loving, deceitful, and the list goes on..I always wondered why alcohol effected people differently and to me, the “tunnel vision” theory makes perfect sense.
If a newspaper relationship is to work, you must accept it for what it is and not rain on it with expectations lest it stop showing up on your front porch.
Before we say anything else..... Listen to my heart beat..... Before you say another word slow down and listen to my heart beat.... The fact you are so close means I trust you. The fact that my heart is beating means, I am willing to share the precious gift of life with you Holding you … Continue reading “Heartbeat” A love poem by Raymond Roy #lovepoem #heartbeat
1979: Protest folk music was dying down and Disco had reached its peak. “Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive” blasted through the vibrating buzz alarm of the 1960s turquoise clock radio. (Time for school)“Spirit of Radio”by Progressive Rock band RushLyrics by PeartNeil Peart that is, aKa The Professor Photo Source Pinterest … Continue reading “Ladies and gentlemen, the Professor on drums” (A Tribute) #Fridayfictioneers
The airbrushed retirement cake read, “Happy Retirement Barry”.Barrie felt the misspelling was a Crisco laden representation of how irrelevant his position had become. Swing top trash cans overflowing with solo cups and paper plates, conveyed an end to the festivities. Back at his desk, it was laden with outdated office supplies. The office hummed with … Continue reading Time To Go- A short story By Raymond Roy #Friday Fictioneers
“I like your sign a voice called out”, I turned to see a lady walking her two dogs stopped on the sidewalk in front of my yard. “Thank you. Kinda stands out from all the others in town, doesn’t it? “ I replied.
Down the step and through the gate, My sanctuary, my escape, my garden awaits. Brushing against mint, a fragrant clean, sunlight on basil illuminates a warm wrinkled sheen. Earthy sage, for a cleansing smudge, bright tart strawberries best served with ice cream or dipped in hot fudge. If you are quiet you can hear, Pumpkin … Continue reading The Garden A poem By Raymond Roy
Photo Credit: Candy Staton Gammoh I will rise.... Distant sunrise, cool morning breeze, above the clouds, I rise with ease. Like Ironman flying, I rise above, Seeing those that have passed, my heart fills with love. Gone is the weight of daily drama, Which one is better, Trump, Biden or Obama? Photo Credit: Denise Fullner … Continue reading “I will rise (2020)”, a poem by Raymond Roy
I hope this post finds you well. During this time of mandatory isolation, I, like many others have time. Time well spent in my humble opinion is time taken to reflect on one’s self. via Standing Alone A poem By Raymond Roy. #Poetry
