Maybe the point at
this stage of my life is not
to read (Augustine)
but to be. To be
aroused from the sleep of death’s
consolation, hap-
py though it makes me
on these cold New England nights.
The landlord’s black cat
purrs in the darkness.
I must have left the door a-
jar. The edge of night
opens beyond the
end. More intimate than I
am to myself, this
disembodied sound
from the depths of my reading
chair and your cat brain.
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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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