Silver Love Poured Tea

Silver Love Poured Tea by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 3:12:52 AM Your smile, breathless, Ponderosa Pines harvested your voice, Kisses that shed an earthly attire, While Sleeper’s and Pullman’s steal the night, yet Silver love poured tea. The moon breathed deep tonight, Stars gathered Inebriated by the broken silence, Only the darkness smiled! Silver love poured tea. Stares from a destitute dawn, Like a brown paper bag That feeds an army of poor, Your soul lay bare, Silver love poured tea. The lunar moon snips away the dusk As desert succulents grow. The scarlet butterfly, adjourns his ills Comes … Continue reading Silver Love Poured Tea

Walking Alone in ’81

Walking Alone in ‘81 by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 2:53:22 AM How many rides, were you offered today? Met a stranger with a heart full of compassion? One I’d say, but, other than that It just ain’t happening! These foreign guests within an illusory homeland of hope? Was there one who lifted you in friendship? Or, do women merely come and go? Life is not fair. What voices lay in ruins of a dead man walking while inhaling square upon square, friends, strangers really. In ’72 one spit on me back from the war. How many congested thoughts, of … Continue reading Walking Alone in ’81

Blood Rain

Blood Rain by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 1:58:19 AM Rhythmic seasons arrive by way of violent crimes from within the darkness, as we digest encounters with black and bloody sinuous renegades, of branch and vine. Tiny minnows and tad-poles thirst upon a solitary descent of a complacent pain, as dragonflies carve out their stellar paths of thirst disdained. A mirrored silence, an environmental trepidation, why as a child, bitter echoes that cannot trust these sacred weavings for the night, a lunar moon and depth of darkness minus the night. Dear earth, know not the wounds of everyman, with transparent … Continue reading Blood Rain

Silence Prevailed!

Silence Prevailed by John Gregory Evans From: Vehemence: In Silence We Weep The bus driver knew. Harsh reality set in. Angered by brazen words from English speaking kids, insolent tongues sing of a lady in France. The German sun bit into the driver’s eyes. What did these kindred know of France? And the killing of Jews, and mixed alike? What did they know? Where, I think, did they learn this shit? I remember the lunch my mother served me in a brown paper bag. A sandwich, chips, and a pear. I can still smell the excessive mustard. The bus ride … Continue reading Silence Prevailed!

A Ballad of Leo Tolstoy: War & Peace, Introduction

A Ballad of Leo Tolstoy War and Peace Introduction by John Gregory Evans © 5/13/2020 3:26:38 PM Stanza I To whom be known of Russia’s plight? Siberian snow’s wilderness, Decembrist’s Tolstoy’s wit does write, Natasha and kindheartedness playful and  lasciviousness – Gentry and peasant’s feelings grow A Mother Russia’s wispy tale, Keeps warm her nape through snow and dance, bells of victory thus do toll, Schon Granbern’s march to Paris, France. Stanza II Does Tolstoy’s nerve run deep from bony sights? Prince Andrew and Count Pierre, regis royals, INK’g Tolstoy through the bitter nights, regal integrity, thus finesse’ Russians march … Continue reading A Ballad of Leo Tolstoy: War & Peace, Introduction

Volume I, An Introduction in Brevity ~ 2nd Composition

Volume I Upon Reading Leo Tolstoy’s ‘War and Peace’: An Introduction in Brevity ~ 2nd Composition By John Gregory Evans © 5/13/2020 4:04:20 AM 1865 he continues to write, a Tolstoy’s revision of battle criteria, and Schon Granbern, as a victorious Russian army marches to Paris in 1812, and the battle lines are redrawn in literary form. Prince Andrew Bolkonsky and Pierre Bezukhov follow upon the hero’s journey throughout this novel form, but oh so many drafts, as the pen dashes from out of his inkwell’s stash, a poignant clash of history and art, capture this sojourn by the start. … Continue reading Volume I, An Introduction in Brevity ~ 2nd Composition

Update to Volume I, War and Peace

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 and writer, then of the era of Nicholas the Ist, and Napoleon, thus  defeated within a Russian wilderness where winter exposed a death as no other to another gentry class, from a region called France. Gentry and peasants, alike, a nation’s sentiments grow an imperative strike for an enemy’s … Continue reading Update to Volume I, War and Peace


Originally posted on John Gregory Evans & The Paavo Oso Arts Project:
Monastery by John Gregory Evans © 5/6/2020 3:48:39 AM Interior pull a Springtime day sixty – mile drive the gate pulls me in to where beauty begins inside. Hearts play from heaven the Visitation Jeramiah, yes wisdom, goodness, reverence for the Word A kindred bond The Abbott’s invitation, thus lunchtime. Brother monks, Priests, gather at the large table, prayer upon prayer. Spiritually devoted in Reverence and holiness, I felt Presence indeed, Presence A disturbance sits nearby, chuckling Not certain why. I draw near to the Father, Holiness Permeates… Continue reading Monastery