On the blue gas ring
my worn aluminum Mo-
ka gurgles. A cold

New England Thanksgiv-
ing morning. An orange madman
runs the White House, fire

wastes California.
God stays away. How forgive
myself being thrown

beyond all this not
by God but by my own de-
sire’s hyperbole?

Later tonight I
will share a bottle of gra-
pa with grateful friends.

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.

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