Snow Days

Snow day. No going
out. The cat heavy in my
lap. Windows stuffed

with sticky snow. I
return to Plato’s myth of
Eros, born in

beauty at a par-
ty. Excess and Lack couple,
allow each other

certain freedoms. Love,
I recognize myself in
your flow. On snow days

I open myself
to my native nothing, spit-
ing image of snow.

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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