Basho was a man
of ideas he didnt ex-
plain. Rather than guess
we can follow his
spirit. When my cat died I
talked to him as the
Vet did the deed. A
hole opened in me and has
not closed. I go there
when the creative
urge overwhelms me. Poems
are not important.
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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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Metaxyturn Diaries 
The mysteries of life, death, and being as ritual animate the poem and the reader is taken through the tensions and into the balance of this dance. This is both profound and delightful, the language at once unobtrusive and deft. It is a fitting tribute to Baso and to his ways of being and to teh mysteries of feline and human friendship.
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