So what is love, Grief
asks. Grief asks the same question
to make you doubtful.
Grief is boring and
doesn’t let you remember
the first time she o-
pened the door or the
smell of her kitchen, how she
used the back burner
so you could go on.
No love without pleasure, which
is deeper than grief.
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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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