by Bela Johnson | Aug 8, 2026 | Uncategorized
It’s hard to imagine that I can callup a scene from 40 years ago,to the same forest,the same lady’s slippers,the highbush blueberries,the old aluminum boat flippedupside down,the rotting boat slip. Somehow, the loons,paddling their webbed feetaround in that...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 6, 2026 | Uncategorized
If you could, with X-ray vision, see beneath the layers,under the new paint and trim – a green as bright as eucalyptus buds,a white like sun-bleached beach stones— you would find what we have: the old rot,termite-eaten boardsof a 1930s plantation house, wrapped in a...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 4, 2026 | Uncategorized
What if the wolf, or any other creaturethat humans have hunted and tortured nearlyto extinction –what if the wolf has chosen to exist,to be itself,much as I have chosen to be myself,despite a deep and profound,pervasive loneliness at the core? What if the wolf,...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 1, 2026 | Uncategorized
I see no purpose in stepping on that small black bug,rambling intentionally along the ground,right in the path of my normal stride. So I extend my step, even throwing myselfa bit off balance to preserve its trajectory. I have likewise, just this morning,gently removed...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 1, 2026 | Uncategorized
I see no purpose in stepping on that small black bug,rambling intentionally along the ground,right in the path of my normal stride. So I extend my step, even throwing myselfa bit off balance to preserve its trajectory. I have likewise, just this morning,gently removed...
