You Bell

So of course yes I
expected to spend the rest
of my life with you —

marriage means that —
and in a way I will. You
called out to me last

night. I had just got
into bed. I didn’t fall
for it. A silver

chime, unlike your hoarse
croak at the end but still you.
Except it wasn’t.

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 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 and other sites.

One thought on “You Bell”

  1. Oof… this piece has the arc and sudden snap of a good sinker. (World Series time). The sudden turn at the final line lifts the preceding memory and reflection into a nothing, maybe a poetic and imaginative experience of the fertile void, where we resee the poet in the biggest context of that which gives both being and non being. We are left with an ache of grief and perhaps a realization of the powers of language.


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