Category Archives: Poetry

U-2

by Christopher Raley   As though submerged, I saw.  And it floated above me, a black cross unsure of its vertical axis.   Later, uban light through dirty windows, it roars over highway like an omen, then is silent as … Continue reading

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aging woman crosses the street

by Christopher Raley   It startled me. I can tell you that much. Quiet street ends at busy one–four lanes. I turn right onto it. Van at left turns right off of it. Like the audience of a badly timed … Continue reading

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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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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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