Monthly Archives: January 2016

Live to the Rhythm

by Christopher Raley   I could live to the rhythm of waking to cold mornings, of darkness under the pines and warm under the blankets.   I could live to the rhythm of closing windows at nine, of cleaning up … Continue reading

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Memory

by Christopher Raley   It’s like secretly watching some half-known couple framed in their apartment window.   I peer in.  They move around the kitchen, carry food to the living room, talk over TV.   Sometimes I catch a word … Continue reading

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Cockroach

by Christopher Raley   Once, at night, I went to the garage and turned on the light, flicked and set shadows. I nudged an old shoe, and a small cockroach glided across the floor legs aflutter.   Now when I … Continue reading

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The Witch

by Christopher Raley   When Saul was lost and Samuel spoke no more to him he asked the witch   to call Samuel back to his words, who was not heard in the first place.   What was your song … Continue reading

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Benicia

by Christopher Raley   The sun falls behind the hills, and the wind, the ubiquitous wind, berates their outline. In twilight winter gathers its cold dust and the highway is unforgiving stone.   As the dust congeals into night, red … Continue reading

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Four Memories

by Christopher Raley   i. It began in the meadow. Mom and dad lay underneath, pine tree’s shade against July.   I saw beyond this places I played when younger–we played: cousins, brother.  I felt the years   short in … Continue reading

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Covenant

by Christopher Raley   The highways are laws and side roads their wisdom, their proverbs and their poems.   I was bound moving, sworn roaming, by profession, from house to house, from grief to grief, a counselor with no words. … Continue reading

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