People who have no
sense of their nothingness not
worth knowing. Can’t laugh
from the gut. Can’t be
trusted. I learned to walk like
a duck in icy
Portland while my wife
lay dying. My nothingness
my companion.
Step by step. Later,
I learned to pray a mindless
prayer several
times a day in good
weather and bad. Companion-
ship 24/7.
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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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