Excerpt from Say What You Will by Joyce Kornblatt

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The following poem appears in our January 2015 digital issue. Read the rest of Joyce’s poem and the entire issue.

Say what you will, the dead disturb

our disbelief, open our books

and whistle across the hearth

those cold nights no fire can warm.

When she died, my mother’s heart

stilled against my palm, that last beat

shocked my hand and left me

burned beyond thought.

How the clock in my sister’s family room

stopped dead the moment our mother

expired twelve miles away.

Open the books, open the books!

Joyce KornblattJOYCE KORNBLATT is a novelist (NOTHING TO DO WITH LOVE, WHITE WATER, BREAKING BREAD and THE REASON FOR WINGS) and short-story writer. She also writes essays and reviews for Parabola Magazine and other journals.

For twenty years, she was Professor of English and Creative Writing at the University of Maryland in the United States.  She now lives with her husband, meditation teacher Christopher McLean, in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney, Australia.

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