Old self, transcendent
companion, gladiator
in time’s arena,
this could be it: let’s
retire from the ring, book a
cruise, get to know each
other. We (plural)
have one origin; we are
not done becoming.
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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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Splendid lines, Tom. Brave and contemplative. And I like the skilful use of imagery here. You’re a master.
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