“Comfortable Chains” #abuse #selfawareness

..victims can be so beaten down that sadly this abuse provides a sense of security. Knowing that they (the chains) are if nothing else, always there.

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Bella’s Elixir by Raymond Roy #fiction #shortstory

Chapter 1 "The Gift" Mid August-The Perseids (meteor showers) were in full swing. Named Perseid as the shooting “stars” originate from the constellation Perseus (A Great Greek hero), slayer of monsters and most notably, the Gorgon Medusa. High winds made for a clear night. A gamma ray infused meteor ignited as it entered earth’s atmosphere. … Continue reading Bella’s Elixir by Raymond Roy #fiction #shortstory

“Heartbeat” A love poem by Raymond Roy #lovepoem #heartbeat

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

Raspberries

Raspberries As a kid working in the raspberry fields, in Lynden, WA, it was always about how many pounds did you pick? 15 cents a lb. toward school clothes and money for getting into the HS football games. I think the most I ever picked in one day was 200lbs or around 30$, I was … Continue reading Raspberries

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

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 … Continue reading Counting “sheep” by Raymond Roy #poetry #Fffaw #lambsofTartary