TABLE OF CONTENTS

RKYV # 5 {October 2007 submissions}

RKYV ONLINE LOGO - David Marshall {current}
- Roy G. James {original}
- Randy Pare {1st online adaptation}
Virtual Cover # 5 - art by Elza Von Zansen Poetry –
- layouts by David Marshall “Poetry… Noir” - by R. Patrick James
Editorial Column – “Pare’s poetic Perspectives” - by R.J. Pare
“Pass The Stuffing” – Randy Pare {Oct. 30} “Roots” - by Stephen Campbell
Long Fiction –
Interior Art – “Those Who Stood… Those Who Fell…”
1 piece by Stan Nelson - by R.J. Pare {Oct. 30}
3 pieces by Linda Marie Nordi Johnsen
2 pieces by Marc Ngui Family Life Column –
3 pieces by Roger Formidable “Cook Book For Working Families” &
1 pieces by Laura Grattan “My Journal”
2 pieces by Mark Laliberte - by Mandie Campbell-Fortin {Oct. 24}
5 pieces by Harold Crow
6 pieces by Justine Van de Weg Pop Culture Column -
1 piece by Matthew Hatt “Raised on Saturday Morning Cartoons”
- by Pauline Harren Pare

Et av mine forste bilder akvarell

Broken Hearted - by Stan Nelson
- by Linda Marie Nordi Johnsen
Say Goodbye to California Cauliflower - by Marc Ngui
 Pass the Stuffing
Letter from the Editor

{Oct. 30} All Hallows Eve… the deadline approaches and the editorial staff burns the
midnight oil. The wind in the eaves batters our quiet solitude and wrings are fragile psyches with
anxiety. The release of the latest issue of RKYV ONLINE is waiting… the blank pages scream
ravenously… demanding fantastic and inventive content. Thanks to the timely submissions of
our contributors this, at least, is accomplished.

The price, for gathering such diverse and original content, is steep… and the bill is due. Such
creative and fascinating content can only be served well by combining it with daring and bold
layouts. The gauntlet is thrown, the demons of failure dance in anticipation of a single misstep.
The closeted skeletons tense, ready to burst into our rooms and make us pay for the folly… the
arrogance of believing we were good enough… that we were up to the task of delivering these
creations to the world.

“How dare we mid-wife greatness into being?” They whisper in our subconscious. “We are not
worthy of such privilege….” And yet, we are not wholly convinced.

We have braved this storm before. We have prepared. Our shutters are bolted to the winds of
doubt. Our doors are locked to the intrusions of distraction and its evil twin hesitation. Armed
with the knowledge that we have traversed these paths before and returned blessed with the light
of success, we set out confident that we can find our way once more. Once more we will travel
the roads of creation and once more we will return, hopefully unscathed.

Our past scars we bear with pride, for that is how we learn. The fires of creativity can not forge
greatness if they do not possess the ability to burn. The spooks are out, give them their treats and
endure their tricks… this might, just might make an alliance out of their acquaintance…and who
knows, maybe the next time you sit down to create…. maybe they will help advise which turns to
make and which steps to watch out for… some of the floorboards are always loose and some of
the steps are still slippery. They are the mistakes we learn from and the artist must be friends
with his ghosts if he is to scale mountains in his heart.

Have a happy Halloween everybody, and NEVER let the blank page or canvas intimidate you…
you always have the ability to create... if you are willing to learn from your failures as much as
you learn from your successes. So believe in yourself, have faith in your talents and save a place
for the goblins and ghouls to cavort when they need to…. hiding away in the dark corners of
imagination is no place for such spectres.

They want out and the world does indeed want to see them.
 Gallery Art

3 Birds - by Roger Formidable

Unnamed - by Roger Formidable

My PT Cruiser Hood - by Harold Crow
 Trio - by Harold Crow
Dinosaur Lady - by Harold Crow

Untitled - by Justine Van de Weg

Untitled - by Justine Van de Weg
Tranquillity - by Justine Van de Weg

Long Horn Sheep on a Rock Face - Harold Crow

 Poetry
Poetry... Noir - by R. Patrick James

SUBTLE DIFFERENCES Lust is silent;

Muse for a moment Love is often ambivalent;

on the subtle difference
between silence and quiet; Lust is ever so procrastinant.
silence has a hum behind it,
a nervousness,
the fear of making a sound.

Quiet is both absence and abstinence;

it is rest.

Silence is breath held;

Quiet is soft breathing.

Ponder on the perplexity

of the subtle difference between
ambivalence and procrastination;
ambivalence is a calamitous clash,
simultaneous contradictory
and opposing emotions focussed
toward the same person.

Procrastination, so too a struggle,

a tendency, or horrendous habit,
toward dilatory delay.

Linger on the twinkling gravity

between love and lust;
love seems to be, with much uncertainty,
a strong, complex emotion causing one
to appreciate, delight in, and crave
the presence or possession of another.

Lust, on the other hand,

is vehement, longing affection,
inordinate desire for carnal pleasure,
the gratification of sexual passion. Daydream - by Harold Crow
Love is quiet;
Roots - by Stephen Campbell
Roots tethered tightly with scorn they show
My insecurity of religion, I know
You think that I am a man of no faith,
It is my old ways, that wretched old wraith
That masses inside me determined to wake.

It does follow me now as I dare to aspire,

And rises above old fate; that arranged pyre,
Tripping my footing and daring me home
To land of ill boding; love caged alone.

Blossoms lay falling yet produce thousand more,

Yet mine lie dead and beaten upon old trodden floor,
I dare to rise over, water my precious crop,
But roots hold me grounded whist my seeds do rot.

I'll straighten my roots then and draw from them life,

As roots right a tree as mine, I’ll stand tall and fight
The urge to sway in slumber and die a dead tree.
The roots of my old faith will have no hold on me.

Roots of my faith do still lie in the mound,

Yet I now a new tree, a blossom do grow,
A tree that does flower in heavenly grounds,
Untitled - by Justine Van de Weg
And saves me from the heap on the fires below.

Hope Floats - by Justine Van de Weg

 Pare’s Poetic Perspectives - by R.J. Pare
Autumn Leaves

tumbling down
nature’s shrapnel,
the explosive residue of life’s passing
colourful vibrant tatters of the forest’s dress
ripped again from her lush bosom

look around
skeletal remains,
of proud and mighty oaks and maples standing
the barren etchings from the cyclical art of gods
sweeping towards the coming solstice

thistle down
the soft remnants,
of seasons passed and the green’s yearning
lustful passionate dispersal of chlorophyll seeds
passed again on the fertile winds

Untitled - by Justine Van de Weg

vinterkveld akvarell - Linda Marie Nordi Johnsen

I Like My Odds in Your Scenario - by Marc Ngui
 Long Fiction
the last stand...
“Arrgghh!!!” the brutish stagehand exclaims as he rushes in on the Chinaman. The young man
seems oblivious to the coming assault. Standing still in colourful traditional raiment he appears
to be in jeopardy of, at the least, having his braided pony-tail trimmed by the knife wielding thug
charging at him from behind. The stagehand forces the blade forward intending to skewer the
Chinaman through in one thrust.

Raven Ten’s eyes are closed. He has been told that he takes his power for granted and that he
must always be prepared for moments when he cannot summon his power to his defence. He is
not certain that this could ever happen, but he supposes that anything is possible. A family
mantra, if ever there was one. So he concentrates.

His family’s ancient martial traditions are called upon to deal with the problem of the knife
wielding attacker. He breathes. Raven can hear the pounding footsteps as the enemy that intends
to end his life is almost upon him. He waits until the last possible second. This, indeed, will be a
close affair. As the knife slices through the air, intent on plunging into his back and bringing an
end to all the possibilities that Raven’s life encompassed, he moves. Deftly, he pivots, allowing
the knife and the arm attached to it to pass harmlessly over his shoulder. Raven slides his body
past the outstretched arms of the stagehand as the thugs momentum carries him beyond his target
for several steps.

Untitled - by Matthew Hatt

“How the?” the dim-witted muscle wonders as his victim has somehow gotten behind him.
Breathing hard he brings himself to a stop. “Damn chink!! I’ll gut ya!” He shouts, fully intending
on the continuation of his murderous assault.

An odd thing happened as he tried to turn back towards the Chinaman though. He feels a sharp
pain at the back of his feet and starts to lose his balance.

Raven has his sword in hand as the enemy struggles to halt his momentum. With one efficient
downward slice he severs the man’s Achilles tendon, dropping him to his knees.

“Aahh.....” moans the stagehand in pain and frustration.

“I should have used the pea-shooter right off dammit!” he mutters to himself. “Damn the boss
anyway, why’d he have to insist we hurt these pukes before killing ‘em?”

“Well screw this nonsense!” the thug decides and reaches for his derringer.

It is the last thing he ever does. Now, arcing upwards, the Bogeyman’s sword passes through the
killer’s neck sending droplets of blood spraying through the air. Raven is tempted to admire his
skill but the stench of death and blood turn the smile forming on his lips into a grimace of
disgust. He looks ahead to where 88, his teammate Danny, is fighting. There must be a dozen of
the stagehands he is foolishly trying to take on.

Shaking his head, Raven starts to rush across the field of battle. He must reach 88's side. No man
can face those odds alone... and they are not alone... he realizes. They have trained for this kind
of situation, they will guard the world from such monsters as these...

The responsibility is a heavy burden.

It falls to them. It falls to the Watch.

Gesolent Day... the adventures of Elektrika Superbitch - by Roger Formidable

 Family Life
~Cook Book For Working Families~ - by Mandie Campbell-Fortin
Ingredients: Ingredients:

~ Ground Beef ~ Chicken

~ Fresh or frozen Vegetables ~ Fresh or frozen Vegetables
~ Ketchup ~ Diced Tomatoes
~ Salt ~ Salt
~ Pepper ~ Pepper
~ Pasta
Directions:
Directions:
* Start by browning your ground beef in a frying
pan * Start by boiling your chicken in a large pot for
(Feel free to cook as much as you like, left overs about 25 minutes
can be used for lunch at work the next day) (Feel free to cook as much as you like, left overs
* Boil your fresh or frozen vegetables (chop can be used for lunch at work the next day)
your fresh veggies) * Boil your fresh or frozen vegetables (chop
* Combine your vegetables and ground beef your fresh veggies)
together in large pot * Boil your pasta (choose your favourite pasta)
* Add ketchup to your taste, mix together, make * Remove chicken from water, chop into bite
sure everything is coated size bits (don't burn yourself)
* Add salt and pepper to taste * Fry chicken to a golden brown in a frying pan
* Serve * Combine your vegetables, chicken and pasta
in a large pot
Time to make: * Add diced tomatoes, mix together, make sure
everything is coated
Approx. 15 - 20 minutes and you're ready to eat * Add salt and pepper to taste
ENJOY! * Serve

Time to make:

Approx. 45 minutes to an hour and you're ready

to eat
ENJOY!
Another handy tip!
If you have time in the day, boil your chicken fresh from the freezer on low throughout the day,
enjoy the aroma of the chicken filling the air while you go about your daily business. When you
are ready to follow the cooking directions, place your water from your chicken into another large
pot and add an assortment of vegetables such as peas, corn, diced potatoes, etc and turn it into a
delicious chicken/vegetable soup to enjoy when the weather gets really cold. Mmmmmmmmm
Campbell Soup, look out, I'm sharing my secrets!

Do not forget, when handling poultry, wash your hands thoroughly and make sure your chicken is
fully cooked for your safety and everyone else’s and make sure you clean your area after
preparing chicken before placing any other food there.

Ingredients: Ingredients:

~ Block Cheese ~ Fresh Broccoli ~ Chicken ~ Fresh Vegetables ~ Block Cheese

~ Mayonnaise ~ Pasta - small pasta such as ~ Potatoes ~ Sweet and Sour Sauce ~ Salt
elbow pasta works best ~ Salt ~ Pepper ~ Pepper ~ Milk ~ Butter

Directions: Directions:

* Thaw your chicken out on a plate in your

* Boil your pasta in a large pot till soft, drain
and run under cold water to cool fridge on the bottom shelf to prevent the
* Chop your block cheese in small cubes drippings from contaminating other food
* Chop your Broccoli in small bites * Place your chicken in the oven
* Combine pasta, cheese cubes and Broccoli * Shred your cheese
trees * Boil your potatoes in a large pot till mashable
* Add mayo to coat everything (not too much, * Mash your potatoes - add milk and butter to
keep in mind Mayo is very fatty and high in make potatoes creamy
cholesterol) * Coat top of potatoes with shredded cheese -
* Add salt and pepper to taste * Serve cold mashed potatoes are done
* Once chicken is golden brown, add shredded
Time to make: cheese to top of chicken and let melt in oven on
low - chicken is done
Approx. 15 - 20 minutes and you're ready to eat * Stir fry your vegetables with butter
ENJOY your pasta salad * Add sweet and sour sauce to your stir fried
veggies - veggies are done
* Add salt and pepper to taste
* Serve

Time to make:

Approx. 45 minutes to an hour ... the eat and...

ENJOY!
 My Journal - by Mandie Campbell-Fortin
{Oct. 24} The saying, 'I got up on the wrong side of the bed.' I find is a complete piss off.
How do you get up on the wrong side of the bed? I get up on the same damn side of the bed every
freakin morning and have the same blah day as any other day but you know what? Today, I got
up on the wrong side of the bed. Oh did I ever. I was woken up by my 7 year olds beautiful
morning screech. "Mom.....mom.........mom.........MOM!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," my shh's are extra long. 'Oh God, please

don't wake up your brother and sister.' I pray over and over looking at the ceiling and walk into
the kids bedroom to find them all sitting up and looking at me and then in an off key musical
performance, "Mom, I'm hungry and thirsty." I drag my ass from their room, 3 kids tagging along
behind me like a group of zombies waking from the dead to feed.

Glancing at the clock I the reality of the time is thrown in my face. 3:08 am. Tears well up in my
eyes for I know that I am being punished for not making the lunches and getting the kids lunches
for school ready that night. Now your sleep is broken, you're going to hear that alarm clock as
though it's in the next country and you pray that you'll even be able to go back to sleep, even if
only for an hour. After they were all settled on the sofa with Treehouse gently playing on the TV
the kids are snoring again, as if they'd sleep walked into the livingroom....strange little creatures
children are.

I finally crawled back into bed, closed my eyes and fell back asleep.
I woken to laughter and fighting over the channel. Opening my eyes I look at the alarm......4 am.
Oh dear God, I was being sarcastic. I wanted more than an hour. Oh please let this be a
nightmare. Nope. They are wide awake. I return to the livingroom, turning off the lights and
settling them back into another sleep I go back to bed.

7:56 am....."Oh shit, I'm late." you wake up to your spouse blurting out and jumping out of bed.

T Audrey Hepburn - by Laura Grattan

damer på akvarell - by Linda Marie Nordi Johnsen
he sun is up and when the sun is up, you realize you're late. Falling out of bed you get dressed
and head out of the bedroom, it's too late to get yourself looking morning fresh, you'll suffer with
the fact that you look like a hobo on one of their worst days you force yourself to get the kids
lunches ready, get them dressed, fight over who's wearing what and, "Where are your shoes?"

Fixing a quick breakfast and double checking the lunches to make sure you didn't miss
something, that's happened, you rush to get their hats, coats and packs on their backs you rush out
to the elevator and realize, "I'd better call a cab."

While waiting for your cab you pour yourself a cup of coffee, add sugar and then the milk.
Giving it a good stir you're horrified by the sight. White chunks in your cup, swirling around in
circles.
That explains why you felt like death crawled up your ass the second you sat up in bed hearing,
"I'm late." You cooked dinner last night. Yummy hamburger with spaghetti sauce, with a light
coating of shredded cheese. Then to top it off......mashed potatoes that was mixed with half a bag
of milk. OMG What a bad day. What more can go wrong? Ha ha ha ha Then you remember you
have to work at 12 pm. Your bad day has only just begun and the kids aren't home from
school....yet!

Just remember, keep your chin up because most likely, someone is having a day worse than you.

Cloud - by Mark Laliberte

 Pop Culture
Raised On Saturday Morning Cartoons - by Pauline Harren Pare
{Oct. 31} I have wanted to start a column on the subject of television for quite awhile now.
While I may not be considered an expert on the matter, I have certainly logged in many
wonderful hours in front of the boob-tube. Television may considered a waste of time to many,
but the value of escapism should never be underestimated. Scripted series television is my
favourite genre and reality contest are my least. A movie that is well done can carry you away for
a couple of hours but you never really get into the characters minds like you can in a couple of
seasons of a good show. How many people were actually concerned about what would happen to
Joey, Chandler or Monica in the next episode of “Friends.”

When a good series ends, I actually miss the main characters. It feels like I formed a connection
or bond with them but I can’t just chat them up on FaceBook years later... now can I? Series like
that are few and far between but I may have found one in this new season’s offerings

“Pushing Daisies” is a new CBS series that is quirky and visually stunning. The characters are
endearing and will run you through a full gamut of emotions. It mixes fantasy, crime solving,
romance and even a touch of Broadway. It is one of the most original series since the ill-fated
“Wonderfalls” {great show... look it up}. The only downfall I can see in investing time in this
series is that it could easily get cancelled by some unimaginative studio-exec {refer again to
“Wonderfalls”}.

I am delighted to have finally started up this column and I welcome letters, comments and input
on the subject of television. I hope to make this a regular submission to RKYV ONLINE... unless
something really good is on TV.

Cat High-Rise - by Mark Laliberte