Monthly Archives: May 2014

The Sutro Bath Ruins

by Christopher Raley   The wind whipping up the sea’s salt and scrubbing it against the headlands, not all that cling to this coast remain.   For persistence of motion, wind and boys cannot be beat. They run down stairs … Continue reading

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Curse

by Christopher Raley   When I was in high school my youth pastor told me God no longer curses.   We simply bear the consequences of our sin.  I was too young to notice the change of subject.   Now … Continue reading

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Brothers

by Christopher Raley   I guide the little boy to bed, little boy stumbling like a drunk and falling into the sheets to crawl beneath his pillow and curl up with his stuffed animal.   It is where he chose, … Continue reading

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“Ascenseur Pour L’Echafaud”

by Christopher Raley   I’ve not seen the film (I don’t know French) but hearing Miles relate it is all I need to know.   The people are fully possessed of two things: thought and movement. Each time Miles takes … Continue reading

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Sharks and Stingrays

by Christopher Raley   Even this close and still under water, you can make believe them,   sharks and stingrays scudding the sand just like pictures   beyond the liquid screen of television. Beyond thin border   you cannot breathe, … Continue reading

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The Aisle

by Christopher Raley   I will always remember asbestos speckled tiles newly waxed, and the nurse who walked ahead, then stopped,   then walked ahead, then stopped. Was it five years or fifty that led us to shuffle down this … Continue reading

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Golden Gate Park

by Christopher Raley   It is what it is, old man. Bleed out cash you don’t have for crap they don’t want. It is what it is.   1963 angry father sulking while mother pleads the kids to eat organic … Continue reading

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