Dear Friends, I can’t face
Facebook as before. My hand
trembles as I try.
Your faces blur with
mine. It’s not personal, you
know. There’s this instead,
the occasional
daily confession. My self’s
other wants to talk.
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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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Right to the heart of it! This poem is an antidote to all that stuff!
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I can’t believe the timing here. I just cleaned out Facebook stuff from my email, thinking I’ve got to figure out how to remove it, take it down, get rid of it. Then I see your poem!!! Unfriend my soul, Facebook, set me free! (To: Unchain My Heart).
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