Gone Too Far Near Singing

Allan Johnston The way light may weigh on sense or seal the gesture of the land, or how a scene may slip in sunset into pools of gestures; these are words where afternoons can read their presence into night. They say how songs can captivate a landscape; worlds of dragonflies then weave between the undulations… More


Allan Johnston All is work and peck, work and peck; for these sparrows, the world is a feast, then suddenly, unexplainable flights sired by slight movements; they are enactments of neurosis, trauma yet living it they are cured in the feast of the world. Allan Johnston is the editor of the Journal for the Philosophical… More

Gapers' Delay

Allan Johnston Locked solid, this road, with bright links of steel: a spell; to the south, flames dance on a side hill. Grass takes wife with fire, leaps like thought — a gas spill. A light wind weeps, and smoke clouds brown in billows above. The darkness before dreams descend shoves in. Alarms prize the… More