Tag Archives: Jeff T. Johnson

and we were there

and we were there by Jeff T. Johnson we can inhabit the past a friend tells me on the telephone we were talking about lines the quality of pause he wrote a poem like a conversation i was having with … Continue reading

Posted in Paper City | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Breaks: Quality of Pause at the End of the Line

The Breaks Quality of Pause at the End of the Line by Jeff T. Johnson “THE CONCEPT of the line is fundamental to the concept of poetry itself, for the line is the differentia of verse and prose,” according to The … Continue reading

Posted in Paper City | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Virgin Ears: On Reverb

Virgin Ears On Reverb The first time I put on the Thermals’ More Parts Per Million, I hear blown-out vocals, which to me means 
the singer (in this case, Hutch Harris) is redlining, singing at the top of the levels (though … Continue reading

Posted in Louder Than Words, Virgin Ears | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Post Office Days, Bierhall Nights and Hotel Rooms

Post Office Days, Bierhall Nights and Hotel Rooms by Jeff T. Johnson illustration by David Wilson I SPENT most of November living in the Boca Raton Renaissance, Florida, a resort hotel in a wealth-infused wasteland. When I was offered a … Continue reading

Posted in Sex Food & God | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Virgin Ears: Karen Dalton, In My Own Time

Virgin Ears: Karen Dalton, In My Own Time Her Voice is a Horn By Jeff Johnson You can’t make it without ever even trying. They aren’t her words, but we never use our own words. We use those that are … Continue reading

Posted in Louder Than Words, Virgin Ears | Tagged , , | Leave a comment