Monthly Archives: July 2015

#4

by Christopher Raley   In the evening the waves had shrunk down and, like a dog’s tongue, lapped in troubled sleep. The wind died cold leaving fingers of sand tracing the pavement to where it had blown.   A car … Continue reading

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The Old Road

by Christopher Raley   Its the old road through the old forest. The old lake’s thin blue line stretches long on the right. The hill rises hard on the left, and pine needles carpet the ground to the same old … Continue reading

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#3

by Christopher Raley I thought I knew what I had in the lot. Locking the dark grey truck, she jostled the bed. Eyes, a smile. Her scent. In the cafe she covered my face and poured sugar in her tea … Continue reading

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In Memory, Island

by Christopher Raley   I sit at the table as if to eat but my food is inedible before me: the island, the wooden building, the window.   How far must it be from the pier across the water that … Continue reading

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