NEAR PROVIDENCE 21.11.21

”In a way, there is no soul. There is no body. There is only the passage between them, and the soul is the blushing body.” Desmond, Godsends (2021), 142.

A late start on a

Sunday after an extra

hour in my warm bed.

When I reached the bay

I sat on the bench under

the old pine and looked

and looked. I got cold

and looked some more, shivered, and

got cold and peaceful.

I found I’m blushing.

No doubt looking is meta-

phor for deep desire.

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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