The Long Path By Raymond Roy #poetry

The sign means STOP, to all refugees, it has been years since we have seen any trees. Rifle and young child upon my shoulder, radiant heat off a Turkish boulder. Granite boulder on our neighbors land, we seek escape, from a tyrants hand. Unwelcomed people, we accept a fate, choosing to live, versus war and … Continue reading The Long Path By Raymond Roy #poetry

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“I Will Rise” by Raymond Roy #poetry #iwillrise

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, Bush, Reagan or Obama? I will rise, here souls have no gender, doctrine … Continue reading “I Will Rise” by Raymond Roy #poetry #iwillrise

“You Must Like Butter” By Raymond Roy #writephoto #domesticabuse

"You Must Like Butter" By Raymond Roy #writephotoThe bright yellow flowers were reminiscent of when as a child, we would hold a dandelion under each other’s chin. If your chin reflected yellow, it meant you liked butter. The fringes on the brand new fat rubber tires created a whirring sound as the whipped against the … Continue reading “You Must Like Butter” By Raymond Roy #writephoto #domesticabuse

Residential Farm by Raymond Roy #sundayphotofiction

“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

“The Grappler” By Raymond Roy #poem

The Grappler By Raymond RoyWrestling practice, bus garage, Only heat is from your breath and sweat. Adversaries.... ain't seen nothing yet. Represented every weight, corn-fed Unlimited, slender 101, and middle, 168. Up at 530 to run the bleachers, our Coach was Ross aka one of the Algebra teachers. No Friday night lights, no roaring crowds, … Continue reading “The Grappler” By Raymond Roy #poem

“Free Delivery” by Raymond Roy #flashfiction #FFFAW

And here young ladies, we have a life-sized skeletal model of the extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex from the Cretaceous Period almost 70 million years ago. Following along the railing, our next exhibit of extinct species is a full sized scale model of the male of our species. The smaller of two is what was referred to … Continue reading “Free Delivery” by Raymond Roy #flashfiction #FFFAW