A Diminutive Measure of Peace from 1972 – Now!

A Diminutive Measure of Peace from 1972 – Now! by John G. Evans © 5/1/2020 3:04:43 AM The dead recalling of bones fossilized by an angry time, 1972, and a war that was not mine. Silence has been the order of dead brain cells scandalized by the humanity factor, where silence never was for as…

On a Phrase from Milosz

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 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…

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…