I wake and stumble
to the lou, navigating
piles and piles of books,
ghostly presences
with hard edges. The nightlight,
melancholy shrine
and self’s horizon,
sorts Baudelaire, Camus,
Herbert from Herbert.
Radical others.
Their silent dialogue in-
terrupted by a
simple bodily
need. I am embarrassed by their
candid presences.
I own my emptiness.
I flush and go back to bed,
feeling transcended.
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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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