for Ken Kozick
Though I go about
my day as if nothing’s new,
nothing is new. The
steps are slippery
with dead leaves. I cross the street
looking both ways at
once. No one’s coming.
I breathe deeply and it hurts.
I get my coffee,
sit outside. It’s the
old neighborhood. I’d rather
not talk about it.
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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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