Low barometer.
My window seat on Broad is
shared with a black fly.
I watch passersby.
Umbrellas ready, hoodies.
All feel the difference.
Terrible things hap-
pen without warning these days.
The human weather
has no science; hope
is necessary; and the
bad guys call the shots.
Real evil is mo-
notonous, said Weil; real good
intoxicating.
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
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 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.
View all posts by Tom D'Evelyn
Metaxyturn Diaries 