Christopher RaleyinWordsmith LibraryThe Dead TreeA poem about life in a new subdivisionOct 31, 20201Oct 31, 20201
Christopher RaleyClosing DayStraight-hemmed shirt hangs a circle around the last known outward trajectory of his belly. Steel grey mustache trims his upper lip to a…Nov 25, 20191Nov 25, 20191
Christopher RaleyLast Ones FreePolice car lights are echoes of twilight. We pass it with the rest of traffic on our race through California’s badlands.Nov 21, 2019Nov 21, 2019
Christopher RaleyMan in a Parking StructureHe chirps his black SUV, strolls beside a woman scraping through her purse.Nov 13, 2019Nov 13, 2019
Christopher RaleyRiverParting clouds dapple brown skin of hills. Marshland reeds sway.Jan 4, 2019Jan 4, 2019
Christopher RaleyFire’s ScarThe storm has passed over and cloud-pent air risen up to steel-eyed stars.Jan 1, 2019Jan 1, 2019
Christopher RaleyTravel Log: Roadside StoreCharles cast critical gazes at dashboard, muttered dark prophecies related to transmissionDec 30, 2018Dec 30, 2018
