You flew by just like a firefly.
I didn’t seem to mind…you flying by.
Where were you anyway? Why didn’t you bug me?
Not worth a swat? Cuz of what?
Look in the mirror. What’s the matter?
A new horror? Expecting more…or?
Wine won’t change a thing. Crashing down.
Who will guide you, without wings? A cashing cow?
Broken. Crunching gravel.
Searching. Running away. You’re lost. Now, what…how?
You were a friend, left in the dirt. Smile and move on.
They didn’t mind at all. What was going on?
Back to work. Smile. Bring a lunch.
Never walk afraid. Never deserving a punch.
Far too close. Too close to tears.
Keep going forwards. What’s next? Too many fears.
Step up. Wake up.
Did you forget me? A friend? Did you give up?
I almost gave up. Bled my open truth. Sew me up.
Lose me everything. Catch me everything.
You found out early. Life goes on.
You may be smiling, this boy rides on.
Remember to leave a tip.
I came across a grocery store made blueberry pie this weekend. It cost $8.00. I normally would never buy a pie even for half of this price. Then I remembered growing up in the 1980s and my grandmother’s wild blueberry patch on the side of her property.
My grandmother used to send my cousins and I outside with plastic tubs to fill up with wild blueberries from the blueberry patch that covered the vacant acre of property right next to the house in their suburban neighborhood.
My grandmother used all of the blueberries we picked stuffing them into homemade pies. They were the greatest treat I had as a child. One of those never forgotten treats from my youth. Something I took for granted of course growing up.
My grandmother, Olive, passed away last year. So seeing this pie…I had to buy it. It is totally NOT the same in so many ways…
…but it does help me remember. ❤
I do remember. My stories at times have a blueberry patch appear in them for one reason or another in memory of her.
Another way to keep her memory alive.
Sorry for the absence. It has been a wild month with work and emotions. I’ve been a bit distant on social media and most of all here on this blog. I really do plan to post here regularly.
On August 16th, it would have been my cousin Mike’s 38th birthday. He died last November. I was devastated even though I hadn’t seen him in person in over a decade. We did, however, talk on the phone at times in recent years for hours.
Mike was private. Had his pride. Always wanted to appear strong no matter what. I had no idea he was seriously sick during his remaining months. His death has hung with me every day.
I am working on a story tentatively entitled “Always”. Though it is fictitious, it has so many true memories of Mike and I written into the story. I hope to share it soon here. A story I just HAD to start sitting down to write.
Thanks for reading. I will share more sooner than later.
This is a short post. I know I have not posted in several weeks now. Aside from working, I’ve been trying to get over one of the worst head and chest colds I’ve ever had. I hate coughing so hard that it shakes my entire rib cage. I has felt like the aftermath of going several rounds in a boxing match. I work around people and I worked on Canada around tens of thousands of people. Not surprised that I got sick.
I have had some very wild, dark and vivid dreams. Always a good source for story ideas. I do plan to write here more often. Even learning how to post through my phone. I write a lot of random poetry as well and I do plan to share a lot of them here with you. When I write poetry I tend to write free-form. My poems usually do not rhyme. I try and paint a visual picture, an emotional scene, with each poem I write. I don’t try and limit myself to any particular structure. I stop writing when I feel that word painting is finished.
Anyway, I hope you will like them.
Lots to come.
Over the past two nights I’ve spent a few hours reading tales by H.P. Lovecraft. I bought this book with some of his best stories back in the 1990s. I haven’t read it in many years but these are among my favorite tales of horror.
These are arguably the best short stories in the horror genre. “Cosmic horror”. I love stories that deal with things beyond our world and realm of understanding. Lovecraft wrote those kind of stories better than anyone since.
“The Thing On The Doorstep” has always been one of my favorites in the collection. A story I once wanted to make into a short film if I ever had the chance.
As with movies, I’m one of those people who reads books more than once. Sometimes many, many times. This collection being just one of those books.
I will be sharing lots of my reading choices here on this blog. Why the heck not?
Until my next post. Keep reading. Keep writing. Keep dreaming.
Well, hello there. My name is William Raventhal. I was born and raised on the south shore of Nova Scotia, Canada. I had an 80s childhood where I spent most of my time, when not being bullied at school, alone. I was always reading, drawing, watching movies and dreaming about things beyond our planet and realm of existence.
As I grew up, I got into music. Learning guitar while playing both in school and garage bands. Despite my love for music, and had an even greater love for storytelling in all forms. I was a massive movie buff and had my sights on becoming a film director. I went to school for graphic arts, photography, and animation.
I ended up struggling through my twenties and thirties. Working dead-end jobs while overcoming mental illness and depression. Writing and art have kept me sane. I still tend to spend most of my time alone. Escaping into my various created worlds and dreaming of a better tomorrow.
So here I am. Just getting started online. Hopefully, I will get to share my stories and other artistic creations with the world here and in other formats.
This is only a new beginning.