by Bela Johnson | Jul 8, 2014 | food, lifestyle, musings, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
Reclining in wrapping indifferent to its contents, the tidy row of portobellos lies chilling; scaly surfaces restricted by saran to fit, shipped far from forest understory now gasping for breath through tiny puncture-perfect holes. Carefully pulling free vulgar...
by Bela Johnson | May 20, 2014 | musings, nature, personal, travel, Uncategorized
Cruising the low deserts of California conferred much pleasure in my youth. Flat stretches of landscape frighten some, but I thrilled to the sensation of expansive space; the purple hills hanging in the distance; the shimmering waves of heat hovering just above the...
by Bela Johnson | May 6, 2014 | inspiration, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized, whitewater rafting
Life might best be conducted as a downstream flow; a remembered lesson from when, at twenty-something, I ran the West Branch of the Penobscot River. Fire and ice, blood and water, Dig In! Dig In! they told me; no matter if my paddle sunk into a black hole comprised of...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 22, 2014 | lifestyle, musings, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
She’s tender, like rose petals in rain before sun and weather draw stalks rigid toward a heaven filled with wonder and fear of what lies beyond, of then and now as small hands trace feathery lines across his tired brow. Trembling when confronted with too many...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 15, 2014 | culture, musings, nature, people, poetry, Uncategorized
The old woman clasps worn cards wearily to grizzled chin, vertical lines set deep as piercing black eyes etched into an apple doll face. Sweeping swollen arthritic fingers over lined forehead, drumming now, listening to the hollow sound of bony digits echoing against...
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...
