I have plans for this
afternoon. All writing done,
I’m going to just
sit in my writing
chair, repurposed now for not
writing, not doing,
not making. All ten
fingers loosely interlocked.
A conversation
can be heard going
on somewhere without me. Wait,
I know those voices.
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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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I love the turn at the end here. Do you know Stafford’s poem “Any Morning”?
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Lovely poem, with his usual copia. I’m always aware of Stafford as a standard bearer for anyone writing a daily poem!
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