Poetry appears
as you practice your guitar.
No substitute for
practice if you want
poetry in your life. Your
fingers bleed at first.
Callouses appear
with passages that sound like
your guitar should sound.
Keep practicing. Let
family and neighbors call
you names. Your name calls
you from the hollow
of your guitar as passa-
ges pass on through you.
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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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