Monthly Archives: March 2012

Her Bible

by Christopher Raley   The pages of her Bible are as grey as her fingers, as soft and as tired. The tremor of her hand carries through the frail membranes as she turns them over.   Or does it flow … Continue reading

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The Painter

by Christopher Raley   He said to her, I wish I was a painter shaping light to touch it, and she took him at his word and gave him her eyes peering as over the edge of a wall, so … Continue reading

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by Christopher Raley Street lights shine water on dark streets and the windshield is cast in red. Rain runs in thin waves down ambulance doors. The ambulance also waits at the light because two paramedics are going out for coffee. … Continue reading

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