Monthly Archives: September 2015

It Might be Us

by Christopher Raley   It might be us, sagging front porch, shingles sliding down to red dust.   It might be us, windows busted, splintered siding, gaps into rooms.   It might be us, kid’s graffiti, cop a feel and … Continue reading

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Letting the Dog Out

by Christopher Raley   I let the dog out late. Porch light cast up and out. I stood on the stained boards as she followed a scent into the black beyond light’s indistinct boundary.   Pines showed the sky in … Continue reading

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Half Dark

by Christopher Raley   I sit in half-dark listening to Tom. My boy sleeps alone as I will tonight.   This evening we walked the drought stricken creek. Sun gave its last gift of shimmer to reeds   tall enough to … Continue reading

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Dead Eyes

by Christopher Raley   I reached to get him from our bed while she snored so that her tongue stuck against her teeth and she breathed out a hiss that made me giggle. But her lids sprang up and eyes … Continue reading

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