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TABLE OF CONTENTSRKYV # 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

- layouts by David Marshall

Editorial Column

Pass The Stuffing Randy Pare {Oct. 30}

Interior Art

1 piece by Stan Nelson

3 pieces by Linda Marie Nordi Johnsen

2 pieces by Marc Ngui

3 pieces by Roger Formidable

1 pieces by Laura Grattan2 pieces by Mark Laliberte

5 pieces by Harold Crow

6 pieces by Justine Van de Weg

1 piece by Matthew Hatt

Poetry

Poetry Noir - by R. Patrick James

Pares poetic Perspectives - by R.J. Pare

Roots - by Stephen Campbell

Long Fiction

Those Who Stood Those Who Fell

- by R.J. Pare {Oct. 30}

Family Life Column

Cook Book For Working Families &

My Journal- by Mandie Campbell-Fortin {Oct. 24}

Pop Culture Column -

Raised on Saturday Morning Cartoons

- by Pauline Harren Pare

Broken Hearted - by Stan NelsonEt av mine forste bilder akvarell

- by Linda Marie Nordi Johnsen


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Say Goodbye to California Cauliflower - by Marc Ngui


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Pass the StuffingLetter from the Editor

{Oct. 30} All Hallows Eve the deadline approaches and the editorial staff burns themidnight 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 acquaintanceand 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 placefor 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.


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Gallery Art

My PT Cruiser Hood - by Harold CrowUnnamed - by Roger Formidable

3 Birds - by Roger Formidable


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Trio - by Harold Crow

Untitled - by Justine Van de Weg

Dinosaur Lady - by Harold Crow


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Tranquillity - by Justine Van de WegUntitled - by Justine Van de Weg

Long Horn Sheep on a Rock Face - Harold Crow


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PoetryPoetry... Noir - by R. Patrick James

SUBTLE DIFFERENCES

Muse for a moment

on the subtle difference

between silence and quiet;

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.

Love is quiet;

Lust is silent;

Love is often ambivalent;

Lust is ever so procrastinant.

Daydream - by Harold Crow


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Roots - by Stephen CampbellRoots 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, Ill 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,

And saves me from the heap on the fires below.Untitled - by Justine Van de Weg

Hope Floats - by Justine Van de Weg


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Pares Poetic Perspectives - by R.J. Pare

Autumn Leaves

tumbling down

natures shrapnel,the explosive residue of lifes passing

colourful vibrant tatters of the forests 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 greens 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


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I Like My Odds in Your Scenario - by Marc Ngui


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Long Fictionthe last stand...

Arrgghh!!! the brutish stagehand exclaims as he rushes in on the Chinaman. The young manseems 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 Tens 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 familys ancient martial traditions are called upon to deal with the problem of the knifewielding 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 Ravens 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


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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!! Ill 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 mans 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, whyd 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 Bogeymans sword passes through the

killers 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


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

Ingredients:

~ Ground Beef

~ Fresh or frozen Vegetables

~ Ketchup

~ Salt

~ Pepper

Directions:

* Start by browning your ground beef in a frying

pan

(Feel free to cook as much as you like, left overscan be used for lunch at work the next day)

* Boil your fresh or frozen vegetables (chop

your fresh veggies)

* Combine your vegetables and ground beef

together in large pot

* Add ketchup to your taste, mix together, make

sure everything is coated

* Add salt and pepper to taste

* Serve

Time to make:

Approx. 15 - 20 minutes and you're ready to eat

ENJOY!

Ingredients:

~ Chicken

~ Fresh or frozen Vegetables

~ Diced Tomatoes

~ Salt

~ Pepper

~ Pasta

Directions:

* Start by boiling your chicken in a large pot for

about 25 minutes(Feel free to cook as much as you like, left overs

can be used for lunch at work the next day)

* Boil your fresh or frozen vegetables (chop

your fresh veggies)

* Boil your pasta (choose your favourite pasta)

* Remove chicken from water, chop into bite

size bits (don't burn yourself)

* Fry chicken to a golden brown in a frying pan

* Combine your vegetables, chicken and pasta

in a large pot

* Add diced tomatoes, mix together, make sureeverything is coated

* Add salt and pepper to taste

* Serve

Time to make:

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

to eat

ENJOY!


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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 largepot 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 elses and make sure you clean your area after

preparing chicken before placing any other food there.

Ingredients:

~ Block Cheese ~ Fresh Broccoli

~ Mayonnaise ~ Pasta - small pasta such as

elbow pasta works best ~ Salt ~ Pepper

Directions:

* Boil your pasta in a large pot till soft, drain

and run under cold water to cool

* Chop your block cheese in small cubes

* Chop your Broccoli in small bites

* Combine pasta, cheese cubes and Broccoli

trees* Add mayo to coat everything (not too much,

keep in mind Mayo is very fatty and high in

cholesterol)

* Add salt and pepper to taste * Serve cold

Time to make:

Approx. 15 - 20 minutes and you're ready to eat

ENJOY your pasta salad

Ingredients:

~ Chicken ~ Fresh Vegetables ~ Block Cheese

~ Potatoes ~ Sweet and Sour Sauce ~ Salt~ Pepper ~ Milk ~ Butter

Directions:

* Thaw your chicken out on a plate in your

fridge on the bottom shelf to prevent the

drippings from contaminating other food

* Place your chicken in the oven

* Shred your cheese

* Boil your potatoes in a large pot till mashable

* Mash your potatoes - add milk and butter to

make potatoes creamy

* Coat top of potatoes with shredded cheese -

mashed potatoes are done

* Once chicken is golden brown, add shredded

cheese to top of chicken and let melt in oven on

low - chicken is done

* Stir fry your vegetables with butter

* 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!


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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 beautifulmorning 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 lunchesfor 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 andsettling 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 p akvarell - by Linda Marie Nordi Johnsen


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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


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Pop CultureRaised 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 cant 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 seasons 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

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