Pacing – four walls I call home is not easy Cutting a rug to distant shores I see a Samurai sword, a painting of a junk rig, an iron peacock, a woman warrior, and a Hindu Holy man photographed by Joey L. I appear to enjoy the journey … Continue Reading Distant Shores in a Four-Bedroom House
Here I am: Standing naked of earth and sand – To rid this dusty land of legacy and rotted out bones, bleed ashen words upon this page of virgin tones. My youth, thus, desecrated – imprudence awaits, a trust and an unknowing glance from a sleepy boy’s eyes, Why, is … Continue Reading A Nostalgic Bruise
Lost! Within my thoughts to write a poem never to return from the land of metaphor, or from the earth of the dead. Many thoughts have crossed over into the ancient storms of life where my best, thus perform in words and anecdotes, or from the seas of the dead. … Continue Reading Thoughts, Anyone?
John G Evans © 2019 Why dear Marina do I not recognize your pain? Pain is a thing I am familiar with in all my strife. I have ridden my demons upon their backs, and made them my slaves, rising and swelling upon each word lain to paper and pen, … Continue Reading Marina Tsvetaeva: Poetic Scholar
On a humble air of this early morning, bird’s flair in song and dance through honeysuckle vines…I love to hear them sing. I witness this veil of natural accord, embracing the cusp of Spring. Why, even sweet buds arrive upon the fruit trees of plum nectar, and the white flowers … Continue Reading Looking into my Beloved’s Eyes
John G Evans © 2019 This mystical spiral staircase within the fabric of our DNA evolves the ancient story of our existence deep within our bones where there remains a knowing or unknowing. It is here I ponder this mystery and I, and to my sensitivities I climb onward into … Continue Reading Rendezvous
John G Evans © 2019 It is in facing your worthy truths as unworthy that commits your soul to hell, the opposites of truth are the realities we must accord ourselves to. It is a truth from the father of all lies. In all the universe there remains nothing unworthy … Continue Reading The Hell of Facing Yourself as Unworthy
Inspired by Walt Whitman John G Evans © 2019 As I sing of myself, I sing of one greater than I, for there remains further to know than just me. There remains a knowing not yet yielded by the earth of insect and worm, but sing, as of, yet – … Continue Reading Sing, as of, Yet – thus, Sing!
A Prayerful Sanctuary John Evans © 2019 The deepest form of commitment is through prayer, and I hear this from women of wisdom. Women, as if touched by the very gracious boundaries from within the heart are blessed with a deep gratitude for everything life has to offer. Women are … Continue Reading A Prayerful Sanctuary
“How sweet, the presence of Jesus to the longing, harassed soul! It is instant peace, and balm to every wound.” ~ Elizabeth Ann Seton Two Days to Wait, Ponder, Deliberate, Monday – 4th of March 2019 nearing 3:00 a.m. During the night – a fiery reign of words befriends me, … Continue Reading 40 Days Plus: Day 2
40 Days Plus John Evans © 2019 The wilderness awaits my tentative presence. I am here. A reflective tenure. One minute before midnight. The room is black. Quiet pervades. I am still. The Word is near. Truth. John Evans © 2019 Three Days to Wait, Ponder, Deliberate: Sunday – 3rd … Continue Reading 40 Days Plus
John Gregory Evans Native dust of flesh and bone where the blood of the humanity factor is red as red as if all are cloned. Why, an African man once saved my life…a gesture of humanity offered only through the kindness of his heart. His fight was not with me … Continue Reading The Indigenous Enigma
Through an induced coma I felt her presence. She stood to the left of me in all her honor, with Christ’s glory. Her touch was mild and warm. Loving. There appeared with her a warm glow, a kind of light. Me, flat on my back – An iron lung you … Continue Reading The Hospital Visit
A State of Occupation © 2018 Foreigners, dwelling upon the muddy earth, hopes are waning far behind the promises for a better tomorrow…sinking, always sinking, into the abyss of each failing poem trampled into the mud-spattered ground. Everyone has a future to write upon the dirty pages of history’s dawn. … Continue Reading A State of Occupation
A Message to my Wife John G Evans © 2017 You know, when we have our long talks about trauma, I can’t stand myself. Why? I don’t know, except that I hated living a regimented life. As if all this shit was not enough, and for some nature verses nurture … Continue Reading A Message to my Wife
Since early youth I have quantified the measure of a man seeking a distance between firearms and steely blades with an inborn sense…thinking – always thinking…and coveting a longing for the end of my humanity factor. Metaphor for metaphor, and regarding a severe ruminating ideation where poetry dwells upon a … Continue Reading Sonnet V