October 1, 2022

Life in the Slow Lane  

by Nicholas Johnson   I’m not cut out for life in the slow lane. Get back in the car and don’t slam the door. Don’t ask me to explain this epic catalogue of aches and pains. I don’t want to live like that anymore. I’m not cut out for life in the slow lane. I’m […]

Convalescence

by Nicholas Johnson When you came and sat on the edge of my bed, lowered and raised your voice, I knew your voice was the best medicine. It conjured up visions of our recent holiday, the houses spread out at random, the jazzy blues of the meadows where the inhabitants always awoke at dawn with […]

The Stone Angels

by Nicholas Johnson   On the beach they approach me, the stone angels, mouths a dark choir of ooo’s, mouthing words with their blank Byzantine faces so they sound like waves sucked back to the spellbound sea. Circling, they bow their heads low, halos of stone dipping. Their legend stings with reproach and disintegration, Grecian […]

Sunday Times

by Nicholas Johnson Flights to elsewhere are more necessary now that awakening itself is setback after setback as the mutual news sinks through: We both look through a single window after all. The view is bricked and bricked and capped by towers pushing back the sky. The more trustworthy, perhaps, can hold their tongues, but […]

Red

by Nicholas Johnson The red of repeated questions and their red answers. The stacked red of chips on green cloth. Fat chance. The red shift of stars, love retreating, color of debt, red-eye express. The sick red of light through closed lids, the red sweep of the second-hand blurred lines of where you have been […]