Margie!!! As I type that name I want to scream! No words can describe the level of terror this woman woman inflicted on us 3 kids. Dad still had a heroin monkey on his back, not much food in the house, lots of parties, and cold pizza for breakfast. On our coffee table stood a … Continue reading Cold Pizza by Raymond Roy:100 word challenge
Summer days fishing for rainbow trout, wading through a snow melt creek of British Columbia with my older brother Danny,....those days could never be long enough. Our hearts would flutter as we hiked into the trees toward the creek. As the sun warmed the trees you could smell the sweetness of pine sap and hear … Continue reading #FFFAW Flash fiction for aspiring writers. “Creek runs through it” by Raymond Roy.
I don’t often Reblog but look to Carol A. Hand as somewhat of a blogosphere elder. Here is a piece that talked to as well as challenged my inner being to let light into the box that the world tends to push us into. Thanks Carol and Cynthia Renee Donner. Peace
What if we wondered what was hijacking our emotions,
and holding us in tightly wrapped boxes of fear, shame, anger and distrust
sealed by corporate satisfaction and greed;
as we’re fed from the roots of oppression.
Where it’s too dark to see truth,
amidst the noise of lies and deception
that relentlessly deprive and control thoughts,
what if we just started wondering?
What if, in wondering, we chewed a little hole,
just enough to let in the light of another’s presence
from a nearby box;
and in that light we found each other’s hands
and just started holding?
What if holding hands
made us each desire to see and understand
more of each other
and so together we just chewed harder?
What if chewing harder together
warmed our hearts
which fueled our courage;
so we could pull each other through
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The Longing Nails clicking waiting. Joelle's heavily lipsticked full crimson lips stuck together, slowly separating as her jaw dropped. Her warm breath gently billowed into the cool sea air. Finally he had arrived. The loud exhaust of the dilapidated truck deflected and echoed against the stone arch. Turning off the ignition, the engine sputtered on, … Continue reading The Longing by Raymond Roy : Stones #writephoto
[Paris, 1880] As if in a trance, he starred at the silhouette of his adult tricycle, eating his dinner of roast lamb , mint sauce and boiled potatoes with farina pudding for dessert. Alphonse Pénaud pushed back from the table, retiring to his study. In a small blue coffin, he gently placed his life's work. … Continue reading The Blue Coffin by Raymond Roy: #Fridayfictioneers
As I looked North across Hiroshima Bay from Nomi island Japan, I had never seen such a sunrise. Eclipsed only momentarily by a white dove holding in its beak what appeared to be an olive branch. Although I was but 6 years old in 1945, I was still taken aback since I thought the sun … Continue reading #writephoto : Man Made Sunrise by Raymond Roy
Thinking back...Raspberry fields of the Pacific Northwest "Bleech!!" (Almost throwing up) What? Stink bug? Hah! "Gag!" I replied, spitting out the bitterly tainted raspberry. Almost time to go. Walking on the backs of the ocean of stink bugs sounded like the cracking of peanut shells on the the floor of a Georgia roadhouse bar. A … Continue reading Smells Like It’s Time To Go by Raymond Roy:100 word #flashfiction