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…

While the Angry Earth Growls Beneath my Feet

Auditory Visions as a youth, early morning dawn where sun greets this fiery lake, a day (or was it, days), of skipping school leading to a barren wilderness of pre-mature philosophical truths, while the angry earth growls beneath my feet, I walk on in later years upon the “black ice” of the day and rising…

The Tiny Mustard Seed

So, where is home? Home is where the dust cries In a foreign land Where we shall come to know the bitterness of exile. And yet, where is this home? It is inside the mustard seed Where only the dying can see – If we are to poeticize these inkwells With an altruistic art, We…