by Bela Johnson | Apr 8, 2014 | happiness, inspiration, lifestyle, musings, philosophy, Uncategorized
Whether attributed to Confucius or Jesus and/or simply as a conclusion drawn by many who observe life’s workings over time, Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you is an assertion fastened upon from my youth. It has stood the test of time too, though I...
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,...
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...
