A Diminutive Measure of Peace from 1972 – Now! by John G. Evans © 5/1/2020 3:04:43 AM The dead recalling of bones fossilized by an angry time, 1972, and a war that was not mine. Silence has been the order of dead brain cells scandalized by the humanity factor, where silence never was for as … Continue reading A Diminutive Measure of Peace from 1972 – Now!
On a Phrase by Milosz by John G. Evans 4/28/2020 5:42:30 AM “I was tortured by fear of what would happen next.” * A tiny village born of German earth which sifts the morning sky? as my age-old face asks all the questions and reasons away all the whys. The foggy vapor’s emergence breaks open … Continue reading On a Phrase from Milosz
The Prodigal Son By John G. Evans 4/28/2020 3:22:03 AM I was born in 1954. I weighed 4 pounds, 2 ounces. I was not expected to live. Like the hospital visit by the Lady of a golden azure whom I kissed her hand, Was this a pious illusion? My arms were tied to the gurney. … Continue reading The Prodigal Son
Truth as a Child May See ~ Deadened fossils of the past, worries of the future, as opening in the present moment the healing of a suture. Why, must I torture myself? This past thus dead and gone, and the future nowhere to be seen, all that clearly remains is transforming our minds to living … Continue reading John G. Evans
Boise River Near Prairie, Idaho What an amazing day this was. I spent the day with photographer friend Thom Juhl also a photographer | writer | videographer. We spent approximately 8 hours touring the mountainous landscape area near Prairie. I believe this image was captured towards the beginning of our eight hour day-trip. Allow me … Continue reading Prairie Idaho