Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

you

died.

winter

came.

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a cage.

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god, universe, Life by taking away a human being tangled up in me, there since the day i was born. my safety net. my blood. my brother. you have cut me. left a hole Life, how you injure. and heal give sorrow. and joy ability. and fear and fear of fear and death, as a matter of time unfathomable why ...

yeah! and the fish (in there) spilling out, right after that multicolored fish pic of doreen still fresh in my mind, is way cool.

no apologies, bennie. life is life.

funny, i feel the same about your writing...

thank you kindly ladies. yes, it is about energies. yes, it is about what we pass on. and yes, forgiveness is huge.

the mind is an amazing thing. the world is sick. poetry is definitive. and through it all runs the teasing thread of sex...i don't mean to sound dismissive here, rr, this is me reading and getting it. thanks for the ride.

double ouch...
and triple yum! those look awesome!!

and yeah, i feel ya on the writing one poem a month thing...maybe if i quit saying i'm stuck, i'll get unstuck, so i won't say it out loud...hahaha

yeah...sexxxy! not just suggestive, but really really well said.

the fox was cute and happy, but the amber and turquoise origami night made me a little jealous...that i didn't write it...and that i wasn't there. short & sweet, mr. red pants

aahh, the beautiful miss arcadia! gracias to you for reading and enjoying.

hallo mr. red pants. long time indeed. ten toes, ten fingers...yep, i'm good

last time we spoke you said something about a writing course...

aNd i'm impressed by your lovely replies, mr. saw. :wink: thank you sO much. yes. it's a vicious circle indeed. as an ex social worker i saw plenty of that going on. but then i think we all do, in our own lives & our circles of family & friends. in the end we all just do our best and that has to be ...

actually, the cruelty of mothers and aunts pretending to be mothers...but i didn't know if all that would fit into the subject box. 8) *** She didn’t want to smell like a Christmas tree, she said. “Like a what?” I asked, thinking I didn’t hear her correctly. “Like a Christmas tree,” she said as if i...

all questions that i have asked at one point or another. thanks for sharing.

i liked A Spoonful of Raspberry Jam, Compliments of Elvis and The music was alive and pulsating, like serpents writhing in concordant frenzy; it crept invitingly close to the edge of melodic insanity, driving bodies to the brink of spontaneous joy, breathing into the air, itself, soul and salvation