..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.
Illuminated maple leaves resemble the tired veins of an old man's hand who is ready for a long rest.
Standing alone, I wonder why. No one is there to hear when I laugh, breathe, or sigh. What have I done? Have I been cast aside? Is this my Ego's fault, heavy laden with ugly pride? I have a choice of self pity or self-reflect. A challenge to my psyche, knowing not what to expect. … Continue reading Standing Alone, A poem By Raymond Roy. #Poetry
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
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 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
I watched your slow paced tough guy strut ready to take on the world. I watched you come and go to the same job for 30 years and not complain. I watched you be so loving toward your children yet at times not so, toward your life partner. I watched you fight in alleys outside … Continue reading Sins(life lessons)of the Father By Raymond Roy
He is a Liar!! A liar, a fornicator and I can't stand it any longer! Mitzie had conviction in her voice as she addressed the Church board. Squeezing out a few tears completed the effect. The accused, Pastor Rigby, stunned, waiting for the church board to react. Rigby had perhaps squeezed a little out of … Continue reading Straw-man by Raymond Roy #FFfaw #fiction
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
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