Monthly Archives: November 2014

August the Fourth

by Christopher Raley   Judgement is one hundred degrees and over, a pressure on bare head and shirted back. Eyelids squint in glare off concrete and yellow grass, fixed white eye burning reflected from metal and glass. Judgement is the … Continue reading

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The Duck

by Christopher Raley During the service evening crossed over from day to night.  Inside the sanctuary lights on the stage diminished in increments until the stage was one in darkness with the rest of the sanctuary.  Then someone in the … Continue reading

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