”In the twinning of patience and striving, we are the porosity of being become mindful, become willing.” Desmond, The Voiding of Being, 203.
My old books are gone.
It’s different not having them.
Today on my walk
invisible snow
flakes kissed my ears (kiss means
my delight is theirs)
once or twice. A mild
day. No accumulation.
So yes, some laughs too.
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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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