The most profound wisdom often lives in a quiet corner of the night.
The Anachronist
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)2 Feb 2012 at 6:59 pm
she walked
the cemeteries
where trees
had grown tall
believing that
with the tickle
of a name
on the brain
she would
dis-cover him
The Lights
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)27 Jan 2012 at 9:00 pm
the faraway sun calms
from its day of storms
and the crystalline heavens
glint in the blackest cold
Aurora could be the words
to ignite overhead
I could burn to surf
the Borealis
you might look up
at the blue curiosity
or question my green
fluorescence
you might even stop
or remember to forget
all the silent reasons
to recall me
An Intriguing Interview with Theresa Weir (aka Anne Frasier), Author of THE O...
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)20 Jan 2012 at 8:04 am
(On the night of January 11th, I sat down with best selling author Theresa Weir, who also writes thrillers under the name Anne Frasier, to discuss her latest major release--her memoir, THE ORCHARD. Although the book has gotten a great amount of attention for its study of American farm life and the environmental damage of pesticides, I saw it as something much more dark and personal. Read on to s ... read more
The Promise
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)10 Jan 2012 at 6:25 pm
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
but if I had to walk the world I'd make you fall for me
I promise you, I promise you, I will
--When in Rome, The Promise
The high school chemistry teacher droned.
The class fidgeted. Some even talked quietly in the back. The teacher wasn't aware. He lectured in ... read more
Brought to Mind
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)2 Jan 2012 at 11:42 am
dark path
shadowed by starless night
curves back and back
where figures mill about the bushes
auld eyes glittering
lang syne silent
I walk ahead and ahead
but my vision is long
when I turn back
to the glittering eyes
growing more numerous
for every inch of terrain
I gain
and I know
they'll never catch me
through the twists and bends
of every place
I've dared to share
my face
Philadelphia (In Old City on Christmas Eve)
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)24 Dec 2011 at 11:23 am
A winter hush blanketed Philadelphia.
I sat in Washington Square ringed by brick and colonial windowpanes. Few walked the night, and my breath feathered in clouds.
Once, this ground interred yellow fever victims.
I thought about them.
And generations disappeared.
I turned to see the spirit of the City next to me. A face of cobblestones. Eyes of jewelers' clocks. Forgotten streets lined its old over ... read more
How the Grinch REALLY Stole Christmas
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)20 Dec 2011 at 7:39 pm
My seventh year was the last year I believed in Santa Claus.
And the Grinch is to blame.
I didn't have older siblings to spill the beans. The bratty neighbor didn't dime out St. Nick. No, it happened when I had an epiphany while watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
Well, that's not entirely fair. It was a combination of the Grinch and a standard, everyday clock. Those were the tools of my los ... read more
Marley was as Dead as a Doornail
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)15 Dec 2011 at 8:06 am
There is no doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet's Father died before the play began, there would be nothing [ ] remarkable in his taking a stroll at night....
--Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
I am particularly fond of A Christma ... read more
Paradise
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)12 Dec 2011 at 8:14 am
In the night, the stormy night, away [he'd] fly.
--Coldplay, Paradise
The boy stayed in his room while things moved outside the walls.
Black shapes, grimacing faces, and the evil eye. Like open windows with no curtains, no shutters. No one even bothered to put glass in the panes.
The boy stayed in his room while things moved outside the walls. He didn't look up, becaus ... read more
Composer (When I Think of You)
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)5 Dec 2011 at 7:49 pm
i want the anticipation
hanging in exquisite silence
like an audience
before a symphony
then the first note
so deliciously sweet
bends like the draw
of a violin bow
but the sigh is your hunger
first fed
and the bend is your neck
with lips parting
and hunger is heavy
behind the composition
and the audience grips armrests
to not tear apart the air
that carries the notes
in shaking frustration
dark and lusting
so stran ... read more
Beer Philosophers #12 - Streaming
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)1 Dec 2011 at 6:53 pm
"There really isn't anything more sublime than the ability to pee in the woods."
"How so?"
"Think about it. You're inside, you have to go, you walk outside. You unzip, take matters directly in hand, and you relieve yourself of your unwanted burdens. No plumbing necessary. No toilet. No scented bowl disinfectant. No infrastructure of any kind. There is no need to manufacture plastics, smelt iron, or ... read more
Blowing on the Embers
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)29 Nov 2011 at 10:07 pm
just me
in a forest
high over
the highway
Orion tilts
loosens his belt
and Andromeda
smiles overhead
just me
in a forest
by a stove fire
in the dark
the radio
weaves
at the edge
of my consciousness
like old movies
I've seen before
just me
in a forest
two nightfalls
two dawns
three hundred miles
and I'm not
such a bad companion
after all
Nap for November
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)23 Nov 2011 at 6:19 pm
to sleep in the raspy music of wind
crackling leaves on barren trees
to sleep under blankets of mother sun
deer bedded under the mountain's eaves
Happy Thanksgiving!
Shock the Monkey
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)18 Nov 2011 at 9:38 am
Something knocked me out' the trees
Now I'm on my knees
--Peter Gabriel, Shock the Monkey
The city darted around him.
Taxis and scissoring legs.
People crisscrossed, faces repeating. A few eyes caught his. Most did not.
The city darted.
Taxis and scissoring legs.
Motion and motion and motion.
Someone bumped his shoulder. He had tried to get out of the way. The other did not ... read more
The INTP Experience - Chapter 1: Why Do I Feel Disconnected?
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)6 Jan 2012 at 8:22 am
(The Myers-Briggs personality typology divides human personalities into one of 16 types. Exploring your type can give helpful insights into how you relate with the world. My type, represented by the traits Introverting, iNtuiting, Thinking, and Perceiving (or INTP for short) is sometimes called The Architect. It is one of the less numerous types. When I was young, I would have loved to hear fr ... read more
You Could
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)1 Nov 2011 at 7:59 am
you could spill your coffee
you could open a door
you could paint a house
inappropriately bright colors
you could slap a stranger
or sing for no reason
you could drive nails
through the meat between your fingers
you could drive a car
entirely too fast
or creep entirely
too slow
you could use a bed
for everything but sleep
you could remember
you could keep walking
or you could suddenly forget
everything you know
... read more
Celestial Yee-Haw
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)28 Oct 2011 at 7:56 am
up close
they rip
with punishing
speed
faraway they drift
at a sleepy
crawl
ancient orbits
known only
to primordial
ice
looping
in the empty
dark
yip yip yip
plenty of seats
at the comet
rodeo
Night Crawlers (A Tale for Halloween)
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)25 Oct 2011 at 9:29 pm
"So what do we have here? This patient looks non-responsive."
"This case is a fascinating one for sure."
"When was she admitted?"
"Admission through the emergency room two days ago."
"Catatonic schizophrenia?"
"Yes, your instincts are excellent. Rigidity. Fixed eyes. No organic cause. Normal neurological function."
"So it's catatonic schizophrenia."
"No. Actually it's not. Take a look at this. I trust yo ... read more
Autumn's Lament
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)21 Oct 2011 at 6:57 pm
the lady of the wood
lived in the North
and the south where the ices reach
she lived under Cygnus
the celestial swan
and Cetus from Arctic seas
the lady of the wood
looked to lands
steamy in between
she coveted the man
born of sun
whose heat makes forests green
but he never yields
those arid lands
where her mists can never breed
so her bowered paths
bled with orange
and blew with withered leaves
winter is long
in th ... read more
The Man Who Couldn't Play
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)17 Oct 2011 at 9:27 pm
He didn't know how to play the piano.
He was just babysitting a cat. That's all. His friend at work was cruising with her sister on the Mediterranean. She had plants in the apartment too, so he watered them. She didn't ask him to, but they needed it, and the cat liked to watch him.
He didn't know how to play the piano, but she obviously did. Not just because of the baby grand piano where he now ... read more
A Night of Nightmares for a Sunday Sleep
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)11 Oct 2011 at 7:55 am
i dreamed i was in the room
and she was too
she walked like you or i
strolling past the bed from the bathroom
with not normal cares and a twist of anxious worry
and she was dead and she knew it
we talked a little about she where was going
the needs pressing her
and an undercurrent of fear
i even thought for just a slice of a moment
that i might try to save her
but those are just my old ways
and she was dead a ... read more
You and I
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)6 Oct 2011 at 7:30 pm
It's been a long time since you came around
Been a long time but I'm back in town
This time, I'm not leaving without you
--Lady Gaga, You and I
He grabbed the coffee from the counter and wove back through the half-sleeping, half-inpatient line.
Not many people actually sat in the coffee shop that time of day. So close to nine. The chatterers came much earlier and already f ... read more
Victoriana
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)3 Oct 2011 at 9:30 am
the ghost blends with the patterns in the wallpaper
it shines in the crystal lamplight
it trades darkness with the nighttime hours
it sits on the dusty picture frame and waits
you used to walk around the bend
you used to enjoy a nap in the summer shade
you used to ignore the days when it rained
the ghost blends with the patterns in the wallpaper
and waits on the curving stairs
the ghost glitters in the ref ... read more
Notice: Ending My Regular Posting Schedule
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)27 Sep 2011 at 12:02 am
Since August 2005, I've honored and successfully met a challenge I set for myself. I have posted new material here at Clarity every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday each week. Since the fall of 2008, I even ramped up the pressure on myself, requiring (almost) every post to be solidly creative. No more easy ones. No more throwaways.
I'm officially ending my regular posting schedule. The world has ... read more
Sprout
by noreply@blogger.com (jason evans)23 Sep 2011 at 12:02 am
you squirmed in darkness
cruel in your rainy boredom
knotting tortured worms
