After a pint or
two, you pause on the stone bridge
over the river.

The stars hold steady
on the black onrush into
the peace of the bay.

Desire is the blood
of the mind, circulated
by the heart. Peace, with

downcast eyes, exceeds
your grasp. Night seems bottomless.
You return to the

pub for a piss and
another round. Your server
smiles. She knows your tab.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at and other sites.

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