Monthly Archives: March 2014

Men at Crossroads

by Christopher Raley   Men at crossroads will choose to not look at the one opposite him, will choose to not speak to the one opposite him, will choose to not turn to glimmers curious in periphery that might open … Continue reading

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Gray

by Christopher Raley   I cannot pray from gray in the down side of motion sleep apathy staring blank with conclusions. I cannot pray from gray.   I cannot move from stasis once I have ended motion stiff gone: frantic … Continue reading

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Los Angeles 1990

by Christopher Raley   Probably he has kids now, too. But if he has learned nothing, if he has only taken fear and error with him when he fled to Arizona and is only with the different of the same … Continue reading

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Post Office

by Christopher Raley   It was muscle, yes, but also fear, mastitized and roots gripping deep. Forget wealth.  How to live?  How to provide? World War II was a black hulking past in a dazed America: America, a boy in … Continue reading

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Paul

by Christopher Raley   I hear you, Paul, but I hear you told to me passed the lips of one who knows you.   Whereas I have felt the five smooth stones in David’s hand; whereas I have spied Nehemiah’s … Continue reading

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China Walls

by Christopher Raley   Their faces were even harder to read for being seamless. Their walls, the railroad done, spread like thin fractures through the concave stretch contouring of the northern valley. Thousand year old volcanic rock they rolled   … Continue reading

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