Author Archives: Tom D'Evelyn
With every pull on his flask he imagines a better draft.
He writes haiku with a ballpoint pen impressing the paper
The force of the wind shown in all the smoke—- Wildfire season
In the old man’s voice the transparency of the stream the indifference of the fish
Across the table her trembling lapdog Happy Hour part of the floating world collection The Mississippi Portland
Hot sleepless nights the swish-swish of the rainbirds soaking the dead grass
Her fragrant pillow back from the dry cleaners— widower’s lament 7/13/18