You Call Out

As peculiar
as a shout from Joyce’s street
but near the closet.

I prepare for bed.
You hated shouting. ‘Hello?’
Just once. You used to

call to me that way,
in good times and bad. But now,
almost two years on,

it’s a happening,
an epiphany then of
superabundance,

more than something, more
than nothing, finite being
called out of nothing.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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. View all posts by Tom D'Evelyn

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