William V. Ray is a retired English teacher who has also been a textbook editor, freelance writer, and café owner. His published work includes textbooks as well as poetry and poetic prose. His work appears in Poetry East, California Quarterly, Vita Brevis Press, The Write Launch, Subprimal Poetry Art, Dog Throat Journal, Pudding, The Opiate, The Ekphrastic Review, The Art Bin, Painters & Poets, Mass Poetry, Poetry Pacific, and elsewhere. His poetic essay, On the Authority of the Moon, is available at Amazon. He is the editor of the online journal The Courtship of Winds. He lives outside Boston, Massachusetts.
“Listening In,” “Few have Noticed,” and ‘The Big “C”’
the winter-bare forsythia is so many
arrows of neglect, bundled;
the light, quilted, a question.
arrows of neglect, bundled;
the light, quilted, a question.
Poetry
“Late Seventies,” “Ants” and “And Again”
It’s strange how often
All these years later
I hear this guy
Sprawled big in that way certain
Italian men can be
Cater-corned across from
My solo table in the Boylston St eatery
All these years later
I hear this guy
Sprawled big in that way certain
Italian men can be
Cater-corned across from
My solo table in the Boylston St eatery
Poetry
Issue 33, January 2020
William Ray
William V. Ray is a retired English teacher who has also been a textbook editor, freelance writer, and café owner. His published work includes textbooks as well as poetry and poetic prose. His work appears in Poetry East, California Quarterly, Vita Brevis Press, The Write Launch, Subprimal Poetry Art, Dog Throat Journal, Pudding, The Opiate, The Ekphrastic Review, The Art Bin, Painters & Poets, Mass Poetry, Poetry Pacific, and elsewhere. His poetic essay, On the Authority of the Moon, is available at Amazon. He is the editor of the online journal The Courtship of Winds. He lives outside Boston, Massachusetts.
“Listening In,” “Few have Noticed,” and ‘The Big “C”’
the winter-bare forsythia is so many
arrows of neglect, bundled;
the light, quilted, a question.
arrows of neglect, bundled;
the light, quilted, a question.
Poetry
“Late Seventies,” “Ants” and “And Again”
It’s strange how often
All these years later
I hear this guy
Sprawled big in that way certain
Italian men can be
Cater-corned across from
My solo table in the Boylston St eatery
All these years later
I hear this guy
Sprawled big in that way certain
Italian men can be
Cater-corned across from
My solo table in the Boylston St eatery
Poetry
Issue 33, January 2020