A quiet Easter.
Churches closed; sloth indwelling
coronavirus—-
but close the churches?
I spend time at home reading
Barth on God’s gift of
death. I know what he
means. A light wind off the bay
refreshes these rooms,
Spring leaves on the trees
dapple my walls. I’m not sure
Barth got that part right.
Author: Tom D'Evelyn
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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