Walking Alone in ’81

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…

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…

Silence Prevailed!

Silence Prevailed by John Gregory Evans From: Vehemence: In Silence We Weep The bus driver knew. Harsh reality set in. Angered by brazen words from English speaking kids, insolent tongues sing of a lady in France. The German sun bit into the driver’s eyes. What did these kindred know of France? And the killing of…

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…

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),…

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,…

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…

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,…

This Pale Moon

The pale moon can be invasive at times, lighting up my tiny room, to almost a dim freshness of sunshine echoing through. I think, of love who has passed me by, except the silver love and this lunar sky. We share so many nights, why not, and evenings, too, we are together, espoused we two.…