Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thanks all. Inspired to write today instead of sleep maybe... thanks

***applause***thank you for that doreen, your wonderful website woke my spirit up today, thank you

That was gorgeous. I've always enjoyed your writing, but don't think i've ventured into your longer prose, i like the extra time i spent inside your emotivations, if i could pop in more quarters and the game would continue, or the board blocking the glass would be pulled back and i could see whateve...

very much enjoyed that, not familiar with all these "new" writers on the forum but glad i took a chance with you, it made me jealous, made me dream, made me recall in stoned watercolors and the milky opaque nights of stumbled awoken 2am bathroom visits and the almost stub toe pause to see the vision...

Mona Lisa's and mad hatters actually so few and far between, I comb through mountaintops with magnifying glass setting the skin aflame trying to find you, no lingering ants with crispy thorax backpacks but cockatoos with their doo Wop frontal curls singed off so awkward feeling with their bald spots...

My pome for Lightning Rod Mona Lisa's and mad hatters actually so few and far between, I comb through mountaintops with magnifying glass setting the skin aflame trying to find you, no lingering ants with crispy thorax backpacks but cockatoos with their doo Wop frontal curls singed off so awkward fee...

She takes her index finger and draws a smiley face into my office window, i look thru its hollow cheeks to see outside the trees are huddling together, holding their breath, the weeping willow on the corner of the lot is trying to lie under the bushes along the fence and he doesn't fit well. You thi...

They talk of the spirit as sweet perfume, and hands wave to draw it near It's hard to speak of it now, can't smell anything, nictone weaved the cilia into doormats and i just hope, hope something is welcome here handshakes are but measurment of bone, and thru your enunciation i pass judgement, thru ...

Thanks Doreen, Hester. A member of this board actually prompted me to write this, i was sent a vague pm, and out of that confusion i was forced to write something that morning-which is what the above- is. I'm not confused today, have yet to find a mystery beyond my rebound headache's, but i keep thi...

up with comedy remember the comic before the exit line "rice? what's it good for? when you're hungry and you want two thousand of something." Mitch Hedberg Link: http://mycomedyhub.com/mitch-hedberg-rice-is-great-when-you-want-2-thousand-of-something/ (I Miss him so much Judih. Saw him on his last ...

reminded me of a beautiful song i haven't listened to in years "San Geronimo " by Red House Painters, one of the first "poetic" bands, writers, Mark Kozelek of Sun Kil Moon "fame", good read and brought back a melody to the mind that i'd forgotten., and am currently listening to as i reread this. Th...

I understand IT, just no longer leave it nameless and mystery, just speaking of youth and drugged understanding when all the webs would stop and for a short second make a solid line, a bridge directly across the circle and it all made sense until we woke up again, woke up without, woke up with us an...

^Thanks Steve. I rarely remember dreams, but the feeling is left behind. At least today it was, then you paint images to match the emotion. paint by number ect. connect all the dotted lines to make the road smoother

Lord i remember talking about "it", this ghostly apparition that hinged the doors of time shared with "loved" ones, old stepping stones i used to scrape coke off mirrors and flood the apartment with lights to scour the carpet to keep the night going, my teeth grinding That in sickness my eyes could ...

Thanks for all the kind words; yep the children. my daughter turns 5 tommorow, my son turns 1 a week from then, I turn 30 4 days after. "old man take a look at my life. . . " As for books i wrote a small series, "purity", "still awaiting baptism", and "lost" which all seem out of order in terms of g...