Names are smug, mean no-
thing. Paradise CA burns to
the ground. Shit happens.
Driving north with my
new wife years ago our green
Bug threads smoke and flame.
On the soft shoulder
glow, flicker, darkness. We are
all Californi-
ans now. Now the guilt
spreads soul to soul. Mystery
takes no prisoners.
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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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