Cold gray gritty day.
I watch the traffic, pour my-
self a second cup
of coffee. I miss
having a wife to go home
to, brute that I am.
I’ve been disciplined
not to make too much of big
things like life and death.
We live between them.
Surfaces matter. The small
pleasure of counting
syllables matters.
The playful flow of human
sounds engorges time.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. 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 http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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