Here are directions
so we can meet again. Washed
up like Ulysses,
I’m not sure how I
got here. Starting from zero,
I was born again.
That it is at all
is the wonder of it. I’ll
show you around. It
has charm. High white caps
churn toward the shore. Gulls twist
in the wind. I sleep
well. Being broken
or broken open makes
a big difference.
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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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