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…
The Relentless State of Our Souls
The Relentless State of Our Souls by John G. Evans 4/28/2020 5:24:06 AM Through an uneasy task in seeking Christ we lie in wait ~ as the state of our souls, in which we truly cannot hide, we witness: One’s fiery response that surely counter-reflects, and ascertains, behold one views the demons of oneself, holds…
The Prodigal Son
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.…
John G. Evans
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…
Rainer Maria Rilke – Austrian German Poet
“Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror.” Born December 4th, 1875 and died December 29th, 1926. Rilke was a mystical poet deeply entranced by his passion for the correlation between writing of the deeper life. One may state that the work of Rainer Maria Rilke lends an esoteric education by means of reading his…
Trepidation: Woman
Trepidation: Woman By John G. Evans © 2020 In as much the way she makes me feel, By power mystique that seems unreal. Truth-bearing as really in my thoughts surreal, My fate bears witness, my soul she kills. De Sales has written, a spiritual death, To me bears truth with a wanting caress. As Darwish…
This Erotic Burn
“This Erotic Burn” by John G. Evans 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 sweltering for sacred curves and cambered frames. * With fiery dreams and melded hearts, flowered echoes in the blackness…
Prairie Idaho
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…
My City? Your City? Their City?
My City? Your City? Their City? by John G. Evans © 2020 And then they came. From far, far away; they gathered here in high desert country. The Oregon Trail. Backbone of the Pacific Northwest. They came. Some settled here. Some traveled onward to the sea. And some too tired, and just too old, and…
Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road
Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road by John G. Evans © 2020 Mirage upon steam-fed mirage gather distance to nowhere; that is, except within my frenzied mind of no-more tolerance. The terror strikes here. A mind mingled with stone from too many years I’d spent alone. But rhyme has no closeness here.…
A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God
A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God by John Evans Suffering, is it sadness? Or, is it pain? Pain, as 240 days plus measured from too many combat scenarios through forests and trees? Shell shock, or PTSD? Suffering, is it misery? Or, is it stains? Stains, from my tarnished soul walking in too many…
Inside a Prayer Dance
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.
John G Evans & Paavo Oso Arts 