You save the mail for
teatime. Rejection letters,
some ads. You spent your
childhood with books, so
you have no friends. You have words—-
dark, salt, clear, moving,
utterly free—-cold
comfort and you don’t own them.
But when things connect,
they are the ones who
ask you to dance. The cottage
rocks with joy till dawn.
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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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Metaxyturn Diaries 
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