”…perhaps it is not surprising that the surprise of a godsend is very often in the dawning of a destitution where we can no longer count on anything, or on ourselves either.” Desmond, GODSENDS (2021), 261.

Does it mean any-

thing? The silent address of

block color, the gold

of dried cordgrass; waves

of cobalt blue; resonance

at the bay’s edge? I

shiver in the cold.

Doubt shifts to awareness of

my great privilege.

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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