Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

sometimes it would seem that my ability to bring seasoning and smoke to the fire appears like a friend, after a long time of wondering what happened to them surprisingly, almost an apparition, spooked and moist, wind in my hair stories and spirits seem to walk in and out of the walls some waving lik...

the first time that my hormones got a hold on me i was in english class and James wilkening was sitting next to me, sticking his hand and finally a finer finger up my neon green skirt, past my elastic on my childhood panties, under the desk. I did not stop him, it felt kind of good, dangerous in a w...

it was something that did not need too much from me, it was something that has chased me into a job at a busy and loud place where i did not have to think too much i have been gifted strength, it seemed that pressing onward, and lifting boxes for three to four hours a night was more impressive than ...

my knuckles are enlarged the hub rat loader packed 562 boxes into a truck last night while it is freezing, i came home to my palace of cats of various breeds, longing for my man who is working a horse circus in dallas where it is warm with his laughter and skin peeling of his face filled with jokes ...

there there dont weep your petals have strecthed far and given birth to beautiful young men as they tell you of the roses they have found in this world your sons speak of the hidden love and secrets that have blossomed within the women have told you tales from accross the seas of the mystery in the ...

the lines that i draw here will burn in the acid, and my print will formulate a language of its own. everytime i pass that poster for the right to life, about how that baby had fingerprints, I am appalled......that anyone could think that when i was 17 and welfare paid for me to have an abortion, th...

there were alot of these grandmothers and grandfathers. some like uncles, telling tribal tales at the storytelling festival in Portland, the modern Avalon city, glowing in a spirtual light, speaking into the microphone, in various voices and tongues.. she spoke and i flew with her eagle, and soared ...

today i went to DHL world courrier service and picked up a package from my son, i sliced open the yellow plastic enevelope and found hand woven scarfs from the chango indians in valapariso chile he remembered that green is my favorite color we both have green eyes he is a young man now, intelligent ...

she was laying there with thoughts like tinker toys, leggos, tetris, building tension in the back of her mind it was time to leave the birds were awake outside the window blue jays and wrens and finches grateful for the wild bird seed in the birdhouse that looks like a barn she won she was done here...

forlorn and lovely and a bit kinky
perhaps these characters are not fantasy? you have been there done that?
lovely

i was sleeping at the farm again. after the warmth of hawaii was back inside my soul, i returned to oregon to the coldest cold i had ever felt, went through the walls. finally after that cowboy truck driver came by and started to tell me naked, " that latte s were "spendy". " such a fool. he did not...

i was sleeping at the farm again. after the warmth of hawaii was back inside my soul, i returned to oregon to the coldest cold i had ever felt, went through the walls. finally after that cowboy truck driver came by and started to tell me naked, " that latte s were "spendy". " such a fool. he did not...

i listen to the sounds outside on the roof and i hear the fluff from downtown where the sirens and ambulances roar through the night the train coming down the tracks in the distance the world is moving stuff from one place to another back home on the farm, i can hear the angels wings flapping outsid...

the face of her friend popped up at her window, just when she thought that she would maybe have a minute to herself, after reports and books, and languages that sometimes feel foriegn and listening carefully he implied that she would somehow answer the call, of something that maybe she could not hea...

if we all do not get together and take a stand againest the world goverments they might be digging us up pretty shortly not to be a total fatalist, as i put on my new addias tennis shoes and head for the gym, i discovered a new muscle this morning on my arm, as if working out really worked ! well wi...