Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Zen Under the Magnolias - Dream My grandparents are still alive though feeble. We have dinner and from there I go to the neighborhood forest where I played as a child. My quest is to dig up a time capsule I had left under the ruins of treehouse when I was a wee lad. Therein lays the story of the boy...

I agree with the other than scientific mind that your experience and Holly’s passing were too close in time to be coincidental. I thank you for comparing my drory to a poignant episode of the twilight zone. But especially for your story about Holly.?I am touched that my story brought to your mind he...

Scent of Kief at Sunset    We meet in the Casbah when I step down the stairs like Zeus descending Olympus. Her sisters are wrapped in burqas. With my glance, they dart like little birds back into their nest. Suddenly the window opens again. Her face peeks out and she beckons me with a tongue click. ...

Sasha I am deeply moved that my contemplation was so profound for you. I thank you from my heart for your appreciation of my idea.

John

Thank you so much creativesoul. Your poetic reply is superb.

John

Black Rose of Penitence This is a junior college where I am an instructor for young pianist, flutist, and organist who birth notes with fingers on fire. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while they strum my heart with the music of the Gods. The young ladies chatter like Chi...

mtmynd, thank you for that gorgeously poetic reflection of what my poem brought to your mind. One of the most sublime replies to my poetry. More than a reply a spiritually resonate conversation with my words. Beautiful.

John

Yes, celibacy can be the best course as I've found since my divorce. It works for me.

John

Sounds like your Harrison Ford Effect was in full swing with Holly. An office romance can be fun. I had a young woman have a not so accidental fall into my arms while on a ladder putting up Christmas ornaments at the office. She had been flirting with me for quite some time before. But I was much yo...

Sasha, your story about waitress romance was priceless. I am no doubt old enough to be this woman's father. We had chemistry going on for several months. Now she only works there on Sunday. Of course, I fictionalized a lot of the dialogue here. But a lot was verbatim. I promised her a copy of my boo...

We’ll Always Have Spanish Harlem “What would you like today, Mr. John?” “What I want isn’t on the menu.” “You mean me?” “Give me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.” She hovers. “For your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. And we ...

Nuevo Laredo Wife’s bodhisattva halo embraces the nativity of a Mesoamerican Madonna holding her baby in a circle of love. Beatified in luminescence Ascetic body lost to hunger Golden daughter of creation whose son shines Like the gold-leafed pages In her book of divine love His nursery rhyme eyes A...

Love the metaphor of the snake shedding its skin for the changes from aging. Excellent transition of morning coffee to reflections on a lifetime. Excellent poem on so much more than coffee.

John

Wonderful take on the blues and where it took you. The British invasion. I wasn't born when the Beatles came on the Ed Sullivan show. But you took me to a time and place I get nostalgic for through video clips. Thank you.

John

So sorry he went missing my friend.,Losing a canine companion can be heartbreaking. I lost my Boston Terrier almost a year ago to kidney failure from old age. Saying goodbye to her was incredibly hard. My condolences to you my friend.

John