John G Evans © 2019 Poetry translate experience life cynical lack of trust injured as a child humanity factor vision of hope the still woods naked in all my truths Plant you permanently within us insatiate minsters sour death To experience the translation of a poet, why, it makes sense. Though life,…
Oh, This Erotic Burn
John G Evans © 2017 I am fire fanning the flames of crucified flesh unduly forsaken – I am the hot, red, hallowed blood that burns through guiltless veins – I am the sacred night that burns for these mystic curves – Ignited by a smile, a word of comfort, or …
Distant Shores in a Four-Bedroom House
Pacing - four walls I call home is not easy Cutting a rug to distant shores I see a Samurai sword, a painting of a junk rig, an iron peacock, a woman warrior, and a Hindu Holy man photographed by Joey L. I appear to enjoy the journey It appeals to my…
A Nostalgic Bruise
Here I am: Standing naked of earth and sand – To rid this dusty land of legacy and rotted out bones, bleed ashen words upon this page of virgin tones. My youth, thus, desecrated – imprudence awaits, a trust and an unknowing glance from a sleepy boy’s eyes, Why, is this a generational hindrance from…
Thoughts, Anyone?
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…
Marina Tsvetaeva: Poetic Scholar
John G Evans © 2019 Why dear Marina do I not recognize your pain? Pain is a thing I am familiar with in all my strife. I have ridden my demons upon their backs, and made them my slaves, rising and swelling upon each word lain to paper and pen, to poeticize these inkwells of…
Looking into my Beloved’s Eyes
On a humble air of this early morning, bird’s flair in song and dance through honeysuckle vines…I love to hear them sing. I witness this veil of natural accord, embracing the cusp of Spring. Why, even sweet buds arrive upon the fruit trees of plum nectar, and the white flowers begin to show their passion…
Rendezvous
John G Evans © 2019 This mystical spiral staircase within the fabric of our DNA evolves the ancient story of our existence deep within our bones where there remains a knowing or unknowing. It is here I ponder this mystery and I, and to my sensitivities I climb onward into thickets and wood, naked before…
The Hell of Facing Yourself as Unworthy
John G Evans © 2019 It is in facing your worthy truths as unworthy that commits your soul to hell, the opposites of truth are the realities we must accord ourselves to. It is a truth from the father of all lies. In all the universe there remains nothing unworthy from the Creator who is…
Sing, as of, Yet – thus, Sing!
Inspired by Walt Whitman John G Evans © 2019 As I sing of myself, I sing of one greater than I, for there remains further to know than just me. There remains a knowing not yet yielded by the earth of insect and worm, but sing, as of, yet – thus, sing! Far none greater…
A Prayerful Sanctuary
A Prayerful Sanctuary John Evans © 2019 The deepest form of commitment is through prayer, and I hear this from women of wisdom. Women, as if touched by the very gracious boundaries from within the heart are blessed with a deep gratitude for everything life has to offer. Women are a true life-force of gratitude…
40 Days Plus: Day 2
"How sweet, the presence of Jesus to the longing, harassed soul! It is instant peace, and balm to every wound." ~ Elizabeth Ann Seton Two Days to Wait, Ponder, Deliberate, Monday – 4th of March 2019 nearing 3:00 a.m. During the night - a fiery reign of words befriends me, leaving me with a bewildered…
John G Evans & Paavo Oso Arts 