InWordsmith LibrarybyChristopher Raley·Oct 31, 2020The Dead TreeA poem about life in a new subdivisionA response icon1A response icon1
Christopher Raley·Nov 25, 2019Closing DayStraight-hemmed shirt hangs a circle around the last known outward trajectory of his belly. Steel grey mustache trims his upper lip to a…
Christopher Raley·Nov 21, 2019Last Ones FreePolice car lights are echoes of twilight. We pass it with the rest of traffic on our race through California’s badlands.
Christopher Raley·Nov 13, 2019Man in a Parking StructureHe chirps his black SUV, strolls beside a woman scraping through her purse.
Christopher Raley·Jan 1, 2019Fire’s ScarThe storm has passed over and cloud-pent air risen up to steel-eyed stars.
Christopher Raley·Dec 30, 2018Travel Log: Roadside StoreCharles cast critical gazes at dashboard, muttered dark prophecies related to transmission
