I thought of tea. I

was on the last lap of a

cold walk to the Bay.

Nothing was on my

mind. Gulls rode the winds crying

their piteous cries.

I did stop once to

listen to my neighbor’s wind

chimes. New since Christmas.

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.

One thought on “NEAR PROVIDENCE 30.12.30”

  1. I love this one, Tom. You are nearly diaphanous as protagonist. The “I” of the beginning, thinking of tea, and the introduction of a story in the last half line, work as a set of some kind of human parentheses. And I know we’re reading 5-7-5 syllabics, but if you follow the enjambments here (each one richly significant,) a fierce interrogation is going on about the nature of the self. Bravo!


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