Terry Roe

Joined February 2021

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Some people paint, others dance, and happy people sing. Writing is the white space that allows me to color some moods, move some thoughts, and hum some tunes.

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Nana's House
Alyssa called, I see, as I look at the screen on my cellphone. She must have called and I didn't hear the phone ring with the overhead music playing in the grocery store. As I stand in the checkout line, behind a lady loading her six packs of Pepsi, Pop Tarts and boxed macaroni and cheese onto the moving belt, I tried to remember the last time I had heard from Alyssa. Christmas, I think, yes, I had heard from Alyssa only during holidays. Thinking maybe it was urgent, I held the phone to my ear while I listened to the message.
By Terry Roe11 months ago in Families
Crows
A cacophony of crows march across the low mown field. A glistening oily patch spreading amongst upright gold stalks. Invading the quiet pastoral scene with their
By Terry Roeabout a year ago in Poets
Woodland Adventure
Rocks and sticks roll hard beneath my bare feet, Slippery and skittish, causing me to slide downhill too fast, Landing hard enough to rattle my teeth.
By Terry Roeabout a year ago in Poets
Bee Light
Bee banded in black and yellow Buzzes by lacey white flowers, Lush pink blooms and Prickly purple plants. Dandelions, soft as clouds
By Terry Roeabout a year ago in Poets
Drive-By Civilization
Blue light, green light, red Bright streaks as we drive by fast Costliness wasted.
By Terry Roe2 years ago in Poets
Blue Beckons
Blue light in water Beckons me to brave the deep Forgetting my fear.
By Terry Roe2 years ago in Poets
Sky Gazing
Lying flat outside Vast blue light constellations Take my breath away.
By Terry Roe2 years ago in Poets
Blue Lights
Blue lights on roofline Glow against the dark about Sharing care and joy.
By Terry Roe2 years ago in Poets
A Christmas Frozen in Time
As a young mother, I was delighted to be hosting my first big family Christmas Day gathering. I had a special meal planned. I had ordered a crown pork roast for our group and had all of the dishes planned for our holiday feast. Vegetables for roasting were cleaned and prepped and the desserts were already made. I had made my special cranberry sauce, from fresh cranberries, and stocked the house with a variety of beverages, and snacks.
By Terry Roe2 years ago in Families
Slipping Along the Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space or so they say. I keep trying to get the attention of either or both of them. I can see the two of them, as they walk around in their white and blue environmentally controlled spacesuits. I am standing right in front of the glass shields of their space helmets. I bend and collect some sand and pebbles, from the ground, and throw a handful at them. The dust settles on my own boot, and I notice that not a single piece of it bounces off of their face shields. I have done this so many times, and with the same results. I suspect that I am in some sort of parallel space. I sit down in the sand and cry. This, too, is futile, but necessary.
By Terry Roe2 years ago in Fiction
The Train to San Antonio
The gentle rocking was comforting. If it wasn’t for the light coming in the window, I wouldn’t have woken up this early, I thought, as I rolled over. My bed felt too narrow. Then it occurred to me, that this wasn’t my bed! As I looked around, I realized that I was in a moving room. I sat up and looked out the window and realized that I was in a moving car, a train car. I knew it was a train car from the slight side-to-side motion, that I remember from a train trip across the Midwest, many years ago. As the fields, trees and buildings zipped by, outside, I tried, in vain, to remember where I was.
By Terry Roe2 years ago in Fiction
After the Parade
In front of people, I don’t know Strident and wearing a confident smile, I hiked the rainbow event, My first, my last, my marathon.
By Terry Roe2 years ago in Poets

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Nana's House

Crows

Woodland Adventure

Bee Light

Drive-By Civilization

Blue Beckons

Sky Gazing

Blue Lights

A Christmas Frozen in Time

Slipping Along the Stars

The Train to San Antonio

After the Parade

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