A Heart with Many Rooms

From the heart remain many rooms                         As lightning fingers from God Singing different melodies                         For love unearned, I cannot explain, nor comprehend its depths, But as I feel, I know Of many hearts along the way                         A separate happiness each note shall play. Please, speak to the eyes                         That greet the other A requiem of love notes … Continue reading A Heart with Many Rooms

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 … Continue reading Silver Love Poured Tea

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, … Continue reading Blood Rain

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

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, … Continue reading A Ballad of Leo Tolstoy: War & Peace, Introduction

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