Bare feet on the rug,
empty hands spread on my knees,
bony butt, bony
head floating as one,
I find the middle of night.
I easily breathe
pious little tags—-
bright dark, not-other, distinct
indistinctness—- that
fill the emptiness.
Words but what companions
at the very edge.
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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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Three words from across
The wide Atlantic and your
Own land: best wishes, John
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