Unseasonable
cool rainy days make me doubt
the depth of the in-
ner self. Puddles am-
plify the light from the clouds,
brightening them. Aug-
gustine, searching for
God, concluded He was search-
ing for him, bless him.
I get that today.
Today the equivocal
bears singular gifts.
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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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