by Bela Johnson | Jan 3, 2018 | nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
The headaches come and she weeps alone; afraid or is it ashamed to let anyone know the hurt inside, the eye-popping terror of a heart in chains, distress kept private in a world that yearns for performance art; I myself get them rarely, though I am familiar with pain,...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 28, 2017 | friends, nature, people, Uncategorized
She’s been dead a couple of years, my soul mate. Lots of people’s soul mate. That was her gift. She belonged to everybody and nobody at all. She was very much her own woman or the Goddess’ woman or at least a powerful woman; no less nor more than I, myself; but still....
by Bela Johnson | Dec 22, 2017 | family, musings, Uncategorized
Christmas was ever my favorite time of year, and though I knew brother John was shaking sleigh bells just outside near the prized gardenias, it did not matter, there was harmony, excitement building toward that magical morning when, tiptoeing, little eyes spied most...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 13, 2017 | musings, philosophy, popular culture, Uncategorized
Money’s not love and it isn’t respect, it sure isn’t friendship, it doesn’t buy that; So retreat if you must in a world overmuch, when content and timbre appear out of touch; Regroup and resist, the temptation is grand, hold onto your vision all else out of...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 5, 2017 | dogs, Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
As if there could be too much rain in a water-parched world we head out, two spotted canines jostling for space in the Scion’s passenger seat chasing bright, leaving gathering darkness behind; Off the highway we turn downhill toward a squall-rimmed sea, heavy mist...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 28, 2017 | family, lifestyle, popular culture, Uncategorized
Hola! Greeting unfamiliar to those growing up in the foothills of the San Gabriel mountains within a state claimed from Mexico; 1950’s meant minds were on other things besides obviating eminent domain; fallout facilities beneath pristine stucco dwellings, bomb...
