About Me – Poet & Artist

“Artists—painters, sculptors, musicians—have long known that being attuned to the light, the ability to see deeply, connects us with the holy in a fresh and new way.”  ~ J. Brent Bill, Mind the Light: Learning to See with Spiritual Eyes, pp. 10-11 As a self-taught artist/photojournalist/portrait photographer/landscape photographer, I knew these were some of myContinue reading “About Me – Poet & Artist”

Old Photography vs. New Photography

So – I have been toying around with photography since 1972, perhaps earlier. I know I was a teen. I have learned the difference from other photographers what is good photography and what is not. My photography, well…I keep pushing the envelope. So much to consider. But, it has become a new and perpetual love.Continue reading “Old Photography vs. New Photography”

A Change of Thought – [heart]…

Often time, I conclude that my mind always is anxious and worried with my past and/or the thoughts therein. I continue to think and discover what I am seeing are my thoughts always protruding into the vastness of my own human frailty.  Once I have the time to re-think my current lifestyle situation I canContinue reading “A Change of Thought – [heart]…”

The Mystical Mirage of Looking Inside

Traveling inward I discover the tempest for a night of one-thousand nights strewn in a darkness so deep I no longer see, for I have become blind by the madness of the humanity factor. Can it be so a light shines within the shadows of a demononic plague? Or, is it just within this landscapeContinue reading “The Mystical Mirage of Looking Inside”

A Black Man Once Told Me

John Gregory Evans © 2019 It remains not mine to say whether I would pity a colorful word of verb and noun, or, from where it may come, or the color of its skin, for I have seen the Lord, and, know him to be of spirit not acquainted with such superficialities. I believe inContinue reading “A Black Man Once Told Me”

Oh, Dear Angel – Come Back to Me!

John Gregory Evans © 2019 Arriving home late one night, appeared a gentleman from out of the darkness, from out of night, His skin was dark, his face was bright, for he carried a smile of intended delight, A thing was noticed within the course of this night, was that the gentleman was – politelyContinue reading “Oh, Dear Angel – Come Back to Me!”

Silver Love Under a Crescent Moon

O love! This contented night of a crescent moon lie sweetly b’ neath a drunken sky, and your hips of round succumb to the dark, the burn of love persuades me to dance naked with imparted lips, the slaughter of my soul…and finger-tips. The tilt of your head as the burn rushes through, the saltedContinue reading “Silver Love Under a Crescent Moon”