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

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