Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

visited my ex this sunday our daughter flies home soon and besides she & her hubby miss their dog so off we went (dog and I) an hour's drive to suburbia where people pee indoors and share backyards... cancer (and hair) gone (for now?) but so is her her immune system to be grown anew from a stranger'...

dish washing
still done by hand
in this house

dead machine
been used for storage
since 1990

coulda fixed it -
but 4-track reel tape deck
won the coin toss

dishes washed
except for one fork
that escaped

two wrongs don't make a right -
but three rights make a left

haunted by dreams those ethereal nighttime visions surreal tales the mundane in drag gibberished messages like the white knight talking backwards long ago visions of unknown import whose memories persist long after the war was fought... the severe white church on a hilltop the steep ocean beach at n...

sunlight returns
the twig's beads of water
have become buds

pick up your fiddle or your kazoo or tambourine and make up some music doesn't matter what as long as it sings join the jam the dance of words begun by wireman (the one you knew as mark colburn) whatever comes to mind whatever moves your soul whatever the moment feels like just jam yeah baby that's ...

 
   
 

 

 

I like this!

and I do so declare... wireman's legacy is not the words but the ethos of the jam we know that words can fail but if propelled by the truth failure can be noble to jam is to try is to jam and if the words ring bravo and if they don't maybe they will next time... perpetual jam is all about ensuring a...

gap mountain small peak, but "strenuous" in the guide books... park by the swamp cross the stream through woods to the field - then UP past an old ski tow's corpse to an orchard and beyond up to the boulder where I allow myself a rest up some more to the scramble - four-wheel drive only now does the...

a pickup truck!
bark bark bark bark bark bark!
there, it's gone now

( While my ex undergoes chemo, I'm tending her dog, a poodle mix more accustomed to an enclosed backyard surrounded by well-manicured suburban homes and paved streets than to my decidedly less refined lifestyle. Still, she's coming around. Perhaps I'll even be able to restore some of the rough edges...

first cup of coffee
primes the system
for the second

Guess we've all known people like that. I've done my share of stuff I'm not proud of, but I don't think I've been a chronic user or exploiter... at least I hope not.