An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972

An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972 A Former US Marine [1971-1972] ~ by John Gregory Evans © 5/14/2020 8:00:23 AM (5) 11 Line Stanzas, (1) 5 Line Envoi, the last line for each stanza a refrain. Envoi ddedE and the lines rhyme scheme = ababceddedE Stanza I I am fire fanning the flames of crucified flesh ~                                                             Unduly forsaken, hot, red, hallowed blood flow                         … Continue reading An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972

Volume I ~ War & Peace: An Introduction to Brevity

Volume I Upon Reading Leo Tolstoy’s ‘War and Peace:’ An Introduction in Brevity ~ Volume I Upon Reading Leo Tolstoy’s ‘War and Peace:’ An Introduction in Brevity ~ 1852, diary notations, a historical account of 19th century Russia fueled the light of Leo Tolstoy, commanding as were his military demise, the Decembrist’s (Tolstoy’s own class), and a thirty-year exile, Siberian snow deputed wilderness, a friend … Continue reading Volume I ~ War & Peace: An Introduction to Brevity

Spinal Con-fusion

Spinal Con-fusion: A Combat Therapy By John Gregory Evans © 5/12/2020 8:25:38 AM There remains a deadened, freezing, almost an anesthetizing sense of dread upon my fingertips and hands, reaching deep into my leg’s nerves, shattered spinal cord, peeled away as one peels an orange. Walking, now a challenge, con-fusion of the fusion, cervical cord, Ruptured and bruised, arrogance of the humanity factor. Pain within … Continue reading Spinal Con-fusion

Among the Streets, Thickets, & Thorns

Among the Streets, Thickets and Thorns By John Gregory Evans © 5/12/2020 5:56:33 AM I once knew two men who ran among the streets, thickets, and thorns, spreading the likes of themselves through gates of hell, ivory horns, thus, INK’g away bad seeds of scorn, around their auras shined only as worn. I had heard they came from Gallipoli, or perhaps Tripoli, or none of … Continue reading Among the Streets, Thickets, & Thorns

Coyote Moon Rising

Coyote Moon Rising John Gregory Evans © 5/11/2020 9:30:36 AM The Gulf of Mexico, mysterious whitecaps feel the colossal, dark figure brush my legs, left dangling as death upon a razor’s edge where my journey through the depths appear as overbearing. In the horizon’s twilight the ‘Naparima’ glides upon the depths as the designer intended, a Coyote moon weighs heavy and derelict in a sky … Continue reading Coyote Moon Rising

Soren Kierkegaard: Existentialism is it a Psychological Reality, or Myth?

Soren Kierkegaard: Existentialism is it a Psychological Reality, or Myth? By John Gregory Evans © 5/10/2020 6:17:09 AM A choice we have. A Reality in a Higher Authority, blameless, blemishes none, may we assert, then, existence is quite the certainty, but choose we must, conscious choice, without the requirements for a personal vision; a kind of leap of faith, I’d say. From a personal way, … Continue reading Soren Kierkegaard: Existentialism is it a Psychological Reality, or Myth?

A Foreign Affair II

A Foreign Affair II By John Gregory Evans © 5/10/2020 2:42:35 AM For just a moment, protracted, a long-drawn-out affair, long black hair, with a painted face, of red, and brown so fair, An indulgent for her time-honored pleasure, an acknowledgement, together We shared an unknown ecstasy silent to the core, quaking to the fore. The moment endured perpetuity, a long slide ride, mirrored, paralleled … Continue reading A Foreign Affair II

Updated Poem

Upon the Cusp of Blackness’ Ride John Gregory Evans © 5/9/2020 12:01:04 PM Upon the cusp of blackness, we stare, I see a hope clinging to the everywhere, religiosity is an interior pull of white corpses walking, without purpose but to be saved through the mechanized wheel of traveldom, your misfortune, where dead bodies aspire to heal. As if a preacher man from the Right … Continue reading Updated Poem

On the Cusp of Blackness’ Ride

Upon the cusp of blackness, we stare, I See a hope clinging to the everywhere, Religiosity is an interior pull Of white corpses Walking, without purpose but to be saved Through the mechanized wheel of Misfortune, where dead bodies aspire to heal. As if a preacher man from the Right Conceals the truth together, tonight Or if he burns with lies, that conceals his fate… … Continue reading On the Cusp of Blackness’ Ride