A nip in the air.
The children back in school, and
golden emptiness
fills the outside chairs
with wind blown leaves. I cannot
bear the news. Storms waste
whole islands. Oil, guns
pay for rape and murder. I
read desolation
sonnets. It’s not that
the mind has mountains, the mind
opens beyond it-
self. There is nothing
there, the original nothing
that minds this chaos.
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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.
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