Tag Archives: wind

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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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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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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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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#4

by Christopher Raley   In the evening the waves had shrunk down and, like a dog’s tongue, lapped in troubled sleep. The wind died cold leaving fingers of sand tracing the pavement to where it had blown.   A car … Continue reading

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Reckoning

by Christopher Raley   There’s no reckoning these sand stone formations emerging out of the forest of scrawny oaks tough and lean from clinging to hard won soil.   The boy ahead of the old man is running to dangerous … Continue reading

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On New Year’s Eve

by Christopher Raley   In the morning tree limbs are stark light and dark of the sun’s direction. They reach in the window frame   as she looks at the houses across the street.  Home.  She wants someone to take … Continue reading

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