When The Night Comes:by Raymond Roy

When the night comes,without the light of day, precious diamonds lose their luster. But in the darkness, love lives on. Softness of a gentle kiss good night. Warming a cold hand under a tee shirt Sharing a laugh Sharing a concern The rhythm of each other breathing A warm back to lean against. When the … Continue reading When The Night Comes:by Raymond Roy


“A Creek Runs Through It”

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. Before the Cocahalla freeway was built, it was a 4 hour drive from Lynden, Wa. along winding mountain roads to Merritt. First through Hope, Boston Bar, Spences Bridge and … Continue reading “A Creek Runs Through It”