by Bela Johnson | Aug 31, 2014 | lifestyle, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
I wanted to be short, landed somewhere in between; longed for slim hips and blond hair, blue-eyed Aphrodite piercing hearts with her Colgate smile. Trading politics for popularity, no idea how to fit in, delving into purgatorial perambulations; sex, drugs and rock and...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 12, 2014 | creativity, lifestyle, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
How can we hold harmless the jealousy of poets, artists of the mind who articulate where others flounder, dry-docking on their facts? Words spoken burn daylight and time cannot retract itself, no excusing, bowing out. Forgive us then, the endless pondering, refining...
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 1, 2014 | inspiration, musings, personal, philosophy, relationships, Uncategorized
Being married to a builder for many years, I cannot look at a bathtub spout without likewise intuiting the plain galvanized pipe that lies at its center, conveying both hot and cold water from their respective copper pipes and sources to that vessel of respite at the...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 25, 2014 | lifestyle, love, personal, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
He rolls over, nestles into her back; warm, soft hands cupping bony ribs, slack belly, full hips. Years they have lain this way, waning dancers in the twilight. She turns, his synchronized movements practiced upon nights beyond number; limbs flailing, twisting,...
