John Evans Returns with a Profound New Collection of Poetry
In his own words, he shares his thoughts on this moving collection: It was the day before Christmas and I was sitting in the hospital. How I got there was hardly a mystery. What to […]
In his own words, he shares his thoughts on this moving collection: It was the day before Christmas and I was sitting in the hospital. How I got there was hardly a mystery. What to […]
The Lady of the Tower by John Evans I see her pass to and fro, Beyond the garden wall, Unshod upon the deathless grass, Like some fleeting nymph. Her raven eyes follow me, Whenever I […]
John Evans is a prolific poet who churns out new verses with a frequency that can only make onlookers jealous. This jealousy is compounded by the fact that his work is good; beautiful, melodic, insightful, […]
Around the lake- That emerald circle, Ringed by stones, The color of pitch, We waded through midnights, Silver passage, And strode together, Like two fleeting shades. Atop a ridge, Creased by roses, We watched the […]
I am with you on the bridge, Of life and unlife, Where the shades of noon, Drift groggily toward Armageddon. I am with you at the pinnacle, Between feeling and knowing, Where the whispers of […]
Shadows on the river, Pass before my eyes, Like visions of tomorrow, Few men realize. Shadows on the river, Drift on slowly by, Like the words of an old man, As the day begins to […]
Good friend, Where can I begin? How can I thank you, For the truths you’ve given me. Good friend You are always with me, In the words that I forge, And in the dreams I […]
Shall we find peace there, Lost in the garden, Where the river runs sweeter than the cold hard years? Shall we find peace there, Amerced in the meadow, In the green hemlock umbels, Tall and […]
I pick up the crumpled paperback, Hardly legible in the fading lamplight, Beneath a pile of rubbish, In a cheap eclectic bookstore. The room is coated in dust, And I can feel my mind turning, […]
Beneath the tall elm tree where the shadow grows, I sat and pondered in silent distress, Admitting my faults to the wordless hollow, Confessing my mind to a glade of wild grass. No visitor stirred […]
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