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Weight

by Christopher Raley   The head grows heavier with each unanswered question. The pillow refuses weight.   Does the mattress snicker at tremoring nerves from the shift of what the head could not hold?   Do the walls laugh at … Continue reading

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Leaves and Walnuts

Christopher Raley   I let her lie too long: leaves and walnuts, branches on top and their wilts dying down leaving dead wood a church of arches.   And the oak tree grew untended, drooping over her decay, blocking out … Continue reading

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The Morning Commute

Gas pump under yellow light passes by through windows of fog. Coffee cup spills in the cup-holder.   The road and light bleeds into sky. Mist, like a creature of myth, shrinks back slowly and is forgotten.   Interstate and … Continue reading

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