“The original wonder gifts us with the gift of being able to receive gifts.” Desmond, The Voiding of Being, 124.
I was out walking
in the February pur-
ifying sun when
sitting on the curb
were two goose friends, all sooty
plumage and orange lips,
catching rays: nothing
passed between us. I just stopped
and shared the sunshine.
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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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