”If there is a correct answer to the question: “What is the Tao?” it is: “I don’t know.” Thomas Merton


Trees flare in cold blue

New England. I stare out fogged

windows. In Ukraine,

Russian conscripts rape children.

Life is intolerable.


i.m. Marion Wrye, Riverside

I wake in the dark.

From across the Providence

a cry comes. My old,

sick friend dies. In her faint voice

the light of the fading stars.


Day dawns. Not good nor

evil claims the daybreak, nor

is good proportion-

ate to my measureless needs.

Bright clouds reform on the Bay.


Noon. The blank page. I

am fresh out of ideas.

In the empty bowl

of water, my cat’s gaze be-

yond my sweet sovereign self.


I have met someone.

That’s all I can say. We talk.

Afternoons, endless

before, shorten our walks; our

conversations; silences.


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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