WORK IN PROGRESS
“…the ontological bite of otherness.” Desmond, The Voiding of Being, 107.
The cove at low tide.
I watch two gulls pulling a-
part the ice and mud.
More snow tomorrow.
For now, industrious gulls
and, beyond belief,
the sudden call of
a mourning dove. All we talk
about is more snow.
The mourning dove, its
floating, melting undersong,
revives the wonder.
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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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