by Bela Johnson | Apr 17, 2018 | musings, perspective, politics, truth, Uncategorized
Bring yourself, oh mortal, down from strata high above, perhaps we should remind you that attention is not love; It’s fine to think you’re welcome here among us in our midst, still, you might not care to hear that you’re no better than the rest; The boldness of your...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 26, 2018 | lifestyle, mindfulness, nature, perspective, popular culture, Uncategorized
I once knew a woman who kept her world on the shortest leash imaginable. This overstuffed orb consisted of all she felt she could control and nothing she could not. It must have been mind bending trying to keep all the plates spinning in the air, for if one crashed to...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 13, 2018 | musings, perspective, Uncategorized
The body comes last as she bounds into chaos, the day, to work on no breakfast for starters, watching her weight as is the call of her generation, Twiggy-thin or else considered fat, little choice in the matter but to subsume any physical appetites which, by the way,...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 27, 2018 | nature, perspective, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
The grit of metaphor grinds slowly, chafing the brain until words emerge, runaway horses on the plains of pages, hooves pounding sentiments, grafting meaning onto senselessness resulting, it is hoped, in broadening context for eyes to behold, reversing imprints from...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 20, 2018 | love, musings, nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
Drip, drip, drip, the rains come and drop from the ends of ti leaves scorched yellow by ceaseless sun even during this Hawaiian winter while the rest of the country lies deeply buried in drifts of snow or snarled in turbulence of another sort; Drip, drip, drip and I...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 13, 2018 | nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized, words, writing
The strike of keys to paper replaced now by snapping buttons on white screens; still the thoughts stream onto glass which fractures in the light of reason; all the comely hues of morning, dawning of ideas as horizons, split into...
