Stephen Evans

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Stephen is a playwright and author of The Marriage of True Minds and A Transcendental Journey.

One Moment

"One moment of serene and confident life is more glorious than a whole campaign of daring:"

Henry David Thoreau

Journal, December 1839

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Rosy Cole
But the 'whole campaign of daring' actually does give rise to the 'serene and confident moment', no matter whether it is successfu... Read More
Sunday, 29 July 2018 17:16
Stephen Evans
I was sitting on my favorite bench this morning telling myself to Be Here Now. Part of it is just being aware.
Sunday, 29 July 2018 21:33
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How to Mourn

 

We stopped the clock a week ago

while my brother slept on the couch.

The ticking kept him up.

I’m wearing my father’s watch

But I can’t hear it.

 

Friends have come and gone.

They didn’t stay

but we have lots of food.

I wish to remember

but it turns me sad

and I have work to do.

 

Here is my dream:

Skating in circles

on a frozen lake.

If it melts I drown.

If not I skate forever

round and round.

 

For what should I wish?

I wake.

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Peace

I was sitting outside on my porch today reading for a few hours. All during that time birds came visiting. First there was a beautiful jay, stunning blue and quiet for once, nestled into a spot in the sun just a few feet away. Then a robin. Then a few grosbeaks. Some sparrows. Dad’s favorite wren who lives in the azalea next door. A woodpecker on the nearby tree. Others I couldn’t name. And now there is a doe settled in the shadowed grass about 100 feet away, testing the breeze, with a young buck standing close. Just living. All just living.

Why can’t every place be this peaceful?

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Rosy Cole
The late and much lamented Alan Rickman had this to say, and it does at least sketch an idea of the problem... 'Do you know that ... Read More
Thursday, 05 July 2018 15:51
Stephen Evans
What find so remarkable about the experience is that it occurred on my porch - I didn't have to hike three miles (or twenty) to so... Read More
Friday, 06 July 2018 18:59
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Oculus

Suppose some day, some later time, I stand

In the eternal Roma, beneath, you know,

The Parthenon. No. Get it right. No.

The other one. The. Palladium. No. No.

Pantheon. Yes. That’s it. That’s it. Pantheon.

 

Beneath the Pantheon I shall stand, gazing

At the gods and goddesses. (Are they

Still there? I believe they are.) And stand

Gazing. How will I feel? In that ancient

place? Amongst that Pantheon of old.

 

Old. But not eternal. Is how. I.

They return my gaze with timeless eye.

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© Copyright 2018 Stephen Evans

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Rosy Cole
No one would claim rivalry with ancient Rome, of course, but Georgian London did boast a fine Pantheon of its own (sadly now demol... Read More
Saturday, 30 June 2018 10:37
Stephen Evans
The world is expert at demolishing pantheons, isn't it?
Saturday, 30 June 2018 16:00
Ken Hartke
"They return my gaze with timeless eye." -- If they had fancy uniforms they were the Carabinieri.
Tuesday, 03 July 2018 16:50
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