Walking Alone in ‘81 by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 2:53:22 AM How many rides, were you offered today? Met a stranger with a heart full of compassion? One I’d say, but, other than that It just ain’t happening! These foreign guests within an illusory homeland of hope? Was there one who lifted you in…
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.…
Sonnet IV
I am the warrior by word who brings peace to regions of the desolate, barren, and hopeless. Always, living on the doorsteps of death, I managed to survive, even as an infant, premature with all my dogmatic faith, I stood to tell the myth of how I survived. Based upon the fear of a machismo…
John G Evans & Paavo Oso Arts 