”…however dark the times, there is always cause for celebration and joy. This being, this one— and this and this, and this. The extraordinary music of existence, which, as long as there is something rather than nothing, sounds through each of us.” Jan Zwicky, The Experience of Meaning, 174.


Should I wait or write

another poem? The cold

is in my fingers.

Anchor lady says,

“Cold is hard on the old!” Muse

says, “I’ll hold your hand.

We’ll count syllables


the stuff of obits.”

A fly interrupts

the conversation, its buzz

beyond beautiful.

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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