Monthly Archives: February 2016

Monday Morning

by Christopher Raley   I wanted to leave when Monday morning dawned like a white sheet whipped high and held tight to a slow billowing fall.   I wanted to put my mind to road while building, pavement, and grass … Continue reading

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A Painting of Geese

by Christopher Raley   i. Are they landing or heaving wings to beak-point sky?   Or do they make for the bare tree? If geese like trees . . . I guess they’re geese.   ii. It’s all angles, dark … Continue reading

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Farmer’s Pose

by Christopher Raley   It’s the farmer’s pose, the self-enclosed hug of the self-contained man.  Hands grasp elbows eyes look to earth and lips roll over a purse. I look instinctively for the grass stem.   He wears the stance … Continue reading

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Creatures

by Christopher Raley   Wind drives brittle leaves against the house like tiny skittering creatures clawing a way out of night and storm.   Her hands spasm on the comforter, stunned birds struggling to gain flight. She mutters incomprehensible things … Continue reading

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Rain

by Christopher Raley   Last night memory called me awake. 3:30 am like broad daylight.   In the livingroom rain crackled against the south facing window. I watched it streaking globe-like kingdoms   of streetlight’s twin boundaries in air and … Continue reading

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James Bond

by Christopher Raley   The best part of every James Bond film is the beginning.  It’s always bliss running and shooting without any answers.

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