Monthly Archives: July 2014

Monterey

by Christopher Raley   I would have gone with him but illness clutched me to bed, so we hugged goodbye and now I miss no one like I miss him.   Once I went that direction long through the valley, … Continue reading

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Poetry Reading

Last Sunday evening, July 27th, I participated in a poetry reading, my first in many years, at Chico Grace Brethren Church. Poetry readings and churches aren’t often mentioned in the same sentence, but anything can happen.  Many thanks to my … Continue reading

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Middle Night

by Christopher Raley   i. I don’t know why the lone bird sings in the middle night where street-lit trees don’t even whisper.  They stand as if posing   in secret.  Other’s eyes are drawn to other limbs on faintly … Continue reading

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Knockout

by Christopher Raley   Spaghetti is always better the second night. It has been put, noodles and sauce, in Tupperware in the fridge, and heating it up   you watch it soften to congealing, adding a little water from the … Continue reading

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Leaves and Walnuts

Christopher Raley   I let her lie too long: leaves and walnuts, branches on top and their wilts dying down leaving dead wood a church of arches.   And the oak tree grew untended, drooping over her decay, blocking out … Continue reading

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From the Garden to the Hill

by Christopher Raley   Jesus drove courage before Him from the garden to the hill. The only Man to rightly claim His death, He willed it tightly to its time   and thrust the mark deep within Him. It is … Continue reading

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Substance

by Christopher Raley   “Thin and sort of stretched like butter scrapped over too much bread.”  Tolkien might have known more than he let on.   There are days.  Roof of mouth dry, gums pasty.  Face like age pulling down … Continue reading

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