Sometimes in the night
I roll out of bed to put
an end to something
begun in daylight.
It’s as if there are two sides
to the creative
act. One we control
and one we give into. O,
I do not mean God.
Something beyond God.
God is love, complicated.
This is so simple.
Before you know it
the page shows what you can’t know
in so many words.
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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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