Flesh

Boxing Day. On-line
sales capitalize on yes-
terday’s shortcomings.

Nothing I could buy
would fill the void left by the
death of my wife. She

cured me of certain
gnostic habits. Without try-
ing. There is no rest

without pleasure. What
pleased the cold hearts of the
wisemen on their way,

the pale light of a
star in the darkness, in flesh
sweetly appealing.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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. View all posts by Tom D'Evelyn

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