by Bela Johnson | Mar 18, 2014 | inspiration, musings, philosophy, poetry, popular culture, Uncategorized
She moves, and moves frequently enough, expects life to fill a yearning, bottomless craving, a pit. Young face etched with uncommon sorrow, she doesn’t yet understand the power of thoughts. Nubile, she hasn’t calculated life as the means by which we are blessed...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 11, 2014 | lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
An avalanche or a rockslide cleaves sharply from its origins; boulders of perception tumbling, tumbling thundering carelessly over terrain flinching passively; unexpected projectiles lodging fragments into storied ice. Millennial madness, and it drives and it...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 4, 2014 | family, musings, personal, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
It’s complicated. I think of her lying in bed alone, ridged shit-stained fingernails and the blue bulge of veins under translucent skin; bony hands curved inward, silently cursing agility they can no longer manage. Silk lily of the valley embedded in white...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 25, 2014 | creativity, happiness, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
Although generally settled in my skin or in the garden, occasionally I discover, quite surprisingly, that I am also skilled at manufacturing worry. I wonder if it’s the challenge of many creative types at this time of life, where we find ourselves at the juncture...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 14, 2014 | musings, people, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
Regarding me over bins of oatmeal and millet, not comprehending choices – where is the plain, brown, recognizable? Offer of assistance precipitates wonder: Do I work there? Perhaps, and one never knows another’s motives, What qualifies me to answer?...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 13, 2013 | freedom, musings, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
I know a woman who labels everything. It causes me to smile sometimes and cringe at others, especially when she confers cutesy monikers upon wild creatures. It seems insensitive to me, to somehow expect the dwindling nonhuman free spirits of the world to be shackled...
