by Bela Johnson | Sep 22, 2026 | Uncategorized
If I had you beside mewalking this ocean path,and we could laugh and talkabout thingswe had understood differently,turn ideas over in our mindsand laugh at how naïve we wereto proceed along certain linesall those years ago. If I had you near me, my friend,I would not...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 19, 2026 | Uncategorized
I find myself wistfulabout northern New England. If only I could livein the deep cold anymore. If only my heartwould not breakeach time I sawthe desecrationof wild landI remember in my bones. Clear-running streamswith flashing brook trout, even the shiny greenof...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 17, 2026 | Uncategorized
As I sit hereon this ocean’s edge,what arises is thatif my mother were alive,she would still be partof the close weave of my life. I would call her,probably now,once a week. And humming in the currentsrunning through my lifewould always bemy mother. But she diedabout...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 15, 2026 | Uncategorized
Two women in brightly colored shirts ahead of me,one man accompanying them with humor,two pushing groceries to the checker,one bagging,all smiling,but it is clear they are short of cash. He insists on paying.One woman fumbles to intercept,both debit cards flyingonto...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 12, 2026 | Uncategorized
Who are we?Strange birds from another shore,ancestors blown here, over landtended by generations of first settlers,people who knew, better thanwe ever will, how to livewithin conditions foreignto most of our bloodlines. And yet we claim our knowledge superior.We...
