NEAR PROVIDENCE 11.10.21

Nobody’s out here

today. There’s a cold wind the

sun makes colder. The

gaunt pine bristles with

light. Still I sit under it

and watch the dark blue

waves roll in, deeply

folded with glassy black sides.

I miss my father.

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.

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  1. Ah … this is deeply poignant Tom. Your closing line (unexpected to the reader, if maybe present surreptitiously from the beginning) should speak to many. And along the ah, I paused to appreciate the thought that the wind is made colder here by the sun.

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