Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Whoa. I moderate a local bulletin board on Yahoo Groups that went AWOL a while back. I found an 800 number purporting to be Yahoo support - boy, was I wrong. Against my better judgement I let this insect take remote control of my computer, whence he uninstalled & deleted Norton, & replaced it with a...

cool May breeze
what better weather
to dry laundry?

Enjoyed. Thanks, I'm happy for that. Looking back, I see similar patterns in my own writing as it's evolved & matured. Way back when I started college, I declared my major as physics, but my SAT scores exempted me from the requirement to take freshman English. I enrolled instead in a junior-level f...

nigh onto 45 years did I make that 25 mile commute in all weather June mornings soft as her breasts the rising sun painting long shadows that swung around me where route 12 tacks north dark January mornings when snow filled the air like chaff headlights peering ahead through a crystal tunnel trees a...

no duds were cranked out here.

thanks gentlemen - a little Taurian meditation on my spring birthday

oh yeah - this rings so true!

fuck the dust
the leaves can stay
who's got time
to mow the lawn
or wash the car
when there's life
to be lived?
remember, folks
the work
will always be there tomorrow
but today won't

saw, judih - thanks for taking the time to read & comment. It was a fun write. I love wordplay, word games, obscure words (like giddhom - the frantic galumphing gait cows adopt when plagued with flies). Even the science of language - next time around I might consider a career in computational lingui...

on this first spring day - this first real spring day - a chocolate lab and a pretty girl met me and Kane on the trail Kane's a handful he loves people and dogs and shows his love by overwhelming them in a tsunami of affection so the pretty girl and I choked up our leashes and as we did, we talked "...

each day now the sun rises before I do its warm yellow light revealing the green of her eyes as she opens them with a sigh her breath warm, fragrant with Canada mayflower viburnum and the countless unnamed blossoms of spring she murmurs a greeting her voice vibrant with promise like the sacred flute...

sunshine at last!
I stop to smell the flowers -
Kane, the poop

another cold wet day
godammit
house arrest

65 pounds
and still does he chase
butterflies

(He's a rescue - just abandoned out here in the boonies. No ID, no tags, no chip, no reports of missing dogs in adjacent towns. He's got some issues, but with some work he'll be a great dog.)

shower time
dog waits for door to close
then raids the trash

restless dog
weeklong icy rain
thanks, Kong toy!