Now that Spring is on
the way I lie in bed nights
just listening to
the gutters fill and
flow with snowmelt. And I dream
of moonlight on black
snowbanks. It’s really
happening. From the kitchen
come sounds of chaos,
my old Intimate
Nothing making pancakes for
breakfast for a change.
I can smell the earth
waking up, shocked by time’s nought-
ing of nothingness.
Here, between nothing
and nothing, the more and the
not provide the once.
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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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