Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

thank you for reading and responding to this

lovely people.

the poet is a dot on the horizon
all the ink spilled from the bottle
the sky still hangs there

the crumpled paper angel woman
fresh from dreams she stretches
photographs of rain dry across the walls

her clouds protected her
and in the evening
she danced amongst them

thank you judih

ginsberg and me in the one breath. I can live with that.

Just to tell a story – yellow truck – smile smile. A woman's skin, mountainous, snow covered lungs – breathe in breathe in. The yellow truck vanishes through green light allowances and I'm stuck on a frosted pavement with pigeons and my own reflection in the shop window. My angry eyebrows and questi...