Anything can shine
in the light of its other-
ness. Her face lovely
in death. I suppose
this is how one learns these things.
At the corner of
her mouth, that red drip.
Her face small, white, full of peace.
Now, other to thought.
Yes, I like to think
this way. Now hyperboles
draw us together.
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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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