Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

shorter days -
autumn's advance scouts
chill the air

My breakfast egg a few days ago was a double-yolker! I haven't seen one of those in many years. It seemed like it should have augured something momentous, something auspicious. But the day turned out to be so ordinary. Maybe that was the point - it was a year ago that very day that an attack of atri...

nine years ago
three thousand souls perished
on live tv

from this Sanctuary in the New Hampshire woods I can see the distant smoke of a world on fire... Russian dissenters killed by secret police with nerve agents... American protesters abducted by secret police dressed in black or gunned down by a self-appointed militia with 4th-grade educations... jeer...

morning choir
birds sang the first chorus
now the insects

can it be much longer
before sleet's percussion?

I find it hard to believe that there are still any Undecideds in this election - we've become two nations, all too divisible, each under our own gods - one composed of ideals, the other of silver and gold. We stand on opposite shores of a river, shouting and brandishing our spears - and my fear is t...

oh these days
the aches and pains
seem to come out of nowhere
and linger
I don't recall
that it took this long
to heal
when my beard was still dark
then again
I do recall
stepping and jumping
over the stone walls
that now I crawl
and clamber over......

I very likely will need a hip replacement. I’ve been in pain for months.... I’m glad they finally found it. I’m delaying going to the hospital bc I’m scared. Lying in bed on my heating pad. I’ll get up and go eventually. For what it's worth, my mother - now 93 - had BOTH of her hips replaced when s...

Fractured femur, ouch - sorry, Doreen, I really hope you get all the rehab you need. Stay strong.

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August 22nd, 2020, 10:46 am

whoa,scary shit

I'll admit it, I was a little frightened. But it all worked out in the end.

I've written very few stories that went where I thought they would. Most of the time they veer off course (or, more correctly perhaps, they find their true path) and end up someplace else. It usually looks a little like I thought it might, but the journey there is rarely like I'd imagined. And yes, ...

driving home as usual dirt road rooster tail of dust trailing behind me and something else red car coming up fast REAL fast someone in a rush I thought to get home... someone in a rush apparently to read my inspection sticker... bumper to bumper slewing side to side falling back pulling up just kids...

   

4:30 a.m. - A barred owl yanks me from a dream in which my sister is berating me for some unremembered sin. I lie there in the darkness, grateful to be relieved of her accusations, spooked by the bird's ghostly refrain, and amused by the totemic power we've imbued these nocturnal raptors. I briefly ...

Then there are the snow machines. You can hear them from a mile away, buzzing & snarling like an angry wolf pack - and you can smell their exhaust long after they've roared past. But they tamp down the snow on the rail trails, making them passable on foot, so I somewhat grudgingly accept their noxio...