The words ‘empty arms’
suggest how I see myself
from time to time out
of the corner of
my mind. I may be washing
the dishes, putting
a book down, my arms
ache to hold you. I complete
the task seamlessly
on the one hand. On
the other I stumble in-
to grief’s dark abyss.
I’m sorry, you say,
things were simpler back when we
took love for granted.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR 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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