Is it not enough, the feminine touch?

[sovay]

Tonight on the bus I saw a young man wearing an overcoat and a bowtie and carrying an enormous branch of brussel sprouts. The overcoat was dark grey, the bowtie was peacock-blue, and his hair was dark and cropped almost military. The brussel sprouts were ribbed green and approaching fist-sized. I'm pretty sure he was an allegory.

In the late afternoon, I walked over the Longfellow Bridge for the first time in ages I can remember. All the granite blocks were biscuit-colored in the sun. The water looked like it was reflecting shadows, dry wind-chopped blue. Later there was a stunning sunset melting from magma-gold through dusk-green and luminous ultramarine; it lingered much later than I thought among the cranes of all the new construction that give the city an Erector-set skyline. There's at least one skyscraper now I don't even recognize. At least the Citgo sign still points magnetic BU.

The final table of contents for Jennifer Wilson and Robert S. Wilson's Horror for RAICES (Nightscape Press) is a thing of beauty. I'd want to read this book even if I weren't part of it.

Comments

[asakiyume]

And these beauties are very beautiful, the wind and the blue, the allegorical young man, and the brilliant anthology in support of RAICES. Like you said, they're all still what they are, even with the news in the next post.

[sovay]

Like you said, they're all still what they are, even with the news in the next post.

The world doesn't stop. (I also now own the complete written works of Isaac Rosenberg!)