Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the refrigerator cries, Feed Me barren of nutrition and cooling nothing I know it's time to make a trip to the market but something has caused paralysis yesterday I ran five erannds including the ghastly Dept.of Motor Vehicles and that should suffice for this week but what about the pangs of hunger,...

Friday is covered in mud Saturday has thunderbreath lightning is in the eyes of Sunday time gets trampled just right like a geisha on a tourists back the paths are soaked in flamboyant flora creatures scamper like children playing tag wet fur lashes dripping fronds ferns thick as thieving pickpocket...

no matter how many things the current pyscho in charge adds his cursed name to he will always remain a massive pile of bullshit a steaming mound of putrid molecules a reeking faux pretense of a human being..... So keep up the charade if you like that name will come down when the time is right and be...

I love these ad libbed encounters .....they can feel so enriching, only if it just means we connected with another human for a brief amount of time...unscripted shards of life, you might say

sweet..she is a gem

I "met" dino on the poetry in baltimore site and he was the one who turned me on to studio 8......he joined in March and I joined in May 2008

thanx doreen...the compilation his sister put together is a prized memento

thanx y'all and Feliz Navidad !

captivating piece roy....the rising sun, Debussy , a determined hike, the plans to socialize.....I too have curbed the alcohol, mostly because I felt I didn't want to take a chance that booze might water down the effects of chemo.....I haven't missed it....and as you say I indulge a bit of moderatio...

Twas the night before Christmas I was deep in a dream A crash on the roof Caused my girlfriend to scream She kicked me quite hard And I fell to the floor She yelled to get moving Go check the back door The lamp and my glasses Flew up in the air I hit deftly upon them With my bare derriere As I grumb...

last electronic words constantine nee dino extracted from the archives of the site poetry in baltimore a comment from dino to another poet's post " as long as academia maintains it's stranglehold upon the aesthetics of what, how, and who then expect more of the same." we really tried to open up a pl...

It was also a great time getting together with you to each read in Maryland at Dino's sister's house at a tribute to her brother.....wonderful evening.....I miss Dino a lot....we had enough time to become close friends in person when he moved back to Baltimore from Cincinnati.....He helped me paint ...