Vocations may come and go. As Barry Lopez states, "I think of the dignity that is ours when we cease to demand the truth and realize that the best we can have of those substantial truths that guide our lives is metaphorical - a story….Beyond this, that the interior landscape is a metaphorical representation of … Continue reading VOCATION
I have discovered the perennial wisdom of women supersedes all I learned thus far into deeper places within my heart and soul. In fact, I lay witness to women as my guiding light to Christ and the holiness of the Divine within me. My experience with the Voice at age fifteen (a woman’s voice), loud … Continue reading A Quiet Manifestation of Love
Sitting in my high school library in 1970 my thoughts were of photojournalism as I blankly stared out the window nearly facing direct sunlight. I was facing a depressive mood disorder I struggled with for quite some time. I recalled during these moments speaking with the school’s photojournalist named Al and asked during one point … Continue reading Photojournalism: Not Just Another Passion
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), … Continue reading Volume I ~ War & Peace: An Introduction to Brevity
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, … Continue reading Spinal Con-fusion
Loneliness has a colorful appeal, Let us call it red, parted maws, lonely from a journey to freedom instead, A relinquished mass of peoples juxtaposed, liberty sows not upon this troubled land, a promise not to the populace cram. I simply hope for the people’s choice Not as from Tiananmen Square, The lovers of none, … Continue reading A Foreign Affair
Inside a Prayer Dance by John Evans Upon thinking, I think… I judge. Upon praying, I feel… Forgiven. Inside this prayer dance… I sing. Inside this mystery… I live. Today, I seek… Truth. Tomorrow… Is for another day.
Beyond my darkest desolation I have cried a thousand tears. Music has not entered my heart for decades of not hearing each note and, through each teary-eyed moment I have known but one bliss. And, through this devastating loss I have suffered a magnanimous pain. And yet, this god of Mercy has rendered his divine … Continue reading Desolation
Thus, engraved of form within my soul, my words do flow – I shall write from memory days recalled in the absence of soul where each encounter does render its toll. This Risqué Night: A Villanelle John G Evans © 2016 I’ve lived this dark and risqué night, befallen and stroked by this erotic burn … Continue reading This Risque Night: A Villanelle
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. The emptiness of being eludes … Continue reading Thoughts, Anyone?