Author Archives: Tom D'Evelyn


Hard rock door of the tearoom open after hours After hours the door open to chilly fog

July 6

My umbrella remains tightly wound—- summer rain


It’s said the longing to be shows forth the inner self. A patch of old snow.


Chanting the name of the already-not yet One from my single bed

Reading Sato’s On Haiku

Maybe there’s a comparison between Koan and haiku. Both stop you from thinking with more words. A moment free of words? Maybe for some a thought-clearing moment. So many words!

Snow Haiku

The house shakes as the snowplow passes in the night.

Vatsana Ku

My scalp tingles as I eat Thai curry and watch the snow