“Vision-quest” By Raymond Roy. #poetry #flashfiction

So distant, is a stand of trees, a secret place, my mind at ease. Forest's edge, winter apples grow, increase my pace, zephyrs show impending snow. Curled up ferns, visual pleasure, pine needle carpet, walk of leisure. I'm not alone, chipmunk squawks, takeoff my shoes and itchy socks. Frosty air, hot springs steam, ease in …

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Counting “sheep” by Raymond Roy #poetry #Fffaw #lambsofTartary

Grandfather, "where does cotton come from?" My son, In the land of the Mongols half way 'round the world, grows a plant, of fluffy pearls. Balancing on bellybuttons, tiny lambs are propped, growing as a shrub-like plant, where-ever sheep scat is dropped. Image credit: Wiki Enter the fields on a breezy day, Lamb of Tartar …

“The Cardinal’s Call” by Raymond Roy #poetry

High atop budding maple Sounds a call, of a natural staple The shrill of the Cardinal announcing loud Spring has arrived with rain and cloud Puffed up proud, red crimson breast Red-olive-colored females, so impressed. Fluttering dives well orchestrated Welcoming Spring so long awaited "Showing off"Blackened face, burnt orange beak, Seeds and insects are what …

Come As You Are by Raymond Roy #poetry

Come As You Are by Raymond Roy Unlocking the gate. It swings open. Listening over my shoulder. Listening for someone. Anyone. To stop me from locking the gate behind me. Is that you Jesus? Maybe I should leave it unlocked, just in case. Not so fast..A wiseman once told me, ”Expectation destroys gratitude.” He also …

“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 …

“Black and White” by Raymond Roy #flashfiction

Black and White By Raymond Roy Tun Tavern 1775 Espirit de Corps they call it , a willingness to die. Not a jury’s verdict, but boot camp on P.I. Devil dogs before them, earned title that they seek, Transformation from fatherless, phony tough, crazy and meek. Stand on yellow footprints , wee hours of the …

“The Cocoon” by Raymond Roy #poetry #poem

Flexing my legs, I hear a crack, a cool wisp of air on the small of my back.Expanding my lungs, feet are glued in one place, one more back stretch, and down drops my case. The sun feels warm as I unfold my wings, like rain dampened linens hanging out in the Spring. Luminescent wing …

The Message By Raymond Roy #writephoto

The Message By Raymond Roy If I could talk what would I say, to the Lummi, the Shuswap, and Ojibwe I would share my sorrow of broken *Magic Pots, of runs of Salmon, no longer caught. Empty plains are where the Bison would run, Wiped from Mother Earth, like a setting sun. Dignity destroyed by …

Indeed I Do by Raymond Roy

Indeed I Do By Raymond Roy A deed that is done is more than simply an action,For once completed, no retraction. In the deeds I do, I cannot regret. No future worry, no time to fret. For it is one life I am given, I pray I do not waste, aspirations toward deeds, that feed …

Lynden by Raymond Roy

  Lynden by Raymond Roy It is the the smell of fresh cut hay, calloused hands of a dairyman after a long hard day It is the sounds of Lions football on a rainy Friday night and putting on jeans, on a cool summer evening, so mosquitoes won't bite.  It is red stained hands from …