We take these truths, we
repeat them as a cow the
cud. Peacefully. Time
stretches as a field
of corn stretches in sun and
cloud shadow—-you know
the one. Nostalgia
for the same. Thank God God is
not the same, ever.
Sometimes we see the
painting being moved through space
of unearthly light.
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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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