Over the P.A.
this morning nothing but soft
rock, the people’s will.
I stay anyway.
Today in Bristol U.K.
my son’s first born’s first
Communion, so
I think of Mary in white
and her wee friends to-
gether under the
tent of God. Can I say that?
I have no idea.
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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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An important day in the family! Very satisfying that you have been able to mark it in poetry.
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