Sunday 5 May 2019

1 Poem by Ray Greenblatt


The body next to me
in bed is alive,
the bubbling and baking;
around us rafters
creak and crack as wind
shifts the weight on its back;
outside the world is strung with tokens
old snow
slimy sidewalks
empty flower pots on porches;
I know the body beside mine
will rise and become a person,
we will follow our own little daily path
as the world eternally whirls on.


Ray Greenblatt is an editor on the Schuylkill Valley Journal and teaches a “Joy of Poetry” course at Temple University. He has been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and spoke at the John Steinbeck Festival in Salinas California. His newest book is an experimental novel—half prose, half poetry—Twenty Years on Graysheep Bay (Sunstone Press 2017).

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