Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thank you.

Thank you, Saw.

The hotel restaurant was not busy a few came in bleary eyed and silent like a breed of nuns or monks of a silent order and took seats at tables far from each other. Abela and I came in and took a table by a window and looked quickly about the room then at each other. She picked up the menu and star...

Play on give me excess of it! Fine poem.

Yes, like it.

Thank you, both

Nima said she was pissed off and wanted out of the hospital. I was visiting her outside on the lawn. She was in her nightgown getting some sun. What's up? I said. Everything from the quacks to the food to the darn ants creeping along the floor by my bed she said. Aren't you allowed out into town or...

You have caught it well in theme and poem.

Captured well.

Thank you, saw.

Thank you, Wireman

Yehudit took me through the woods behind the cottage where I lived with my family. It was a warm morning birds sang pheasants raced across the track in front of us. We came to a pond surrounded by bushes and trees. I call this my lake she said. It was a peaceful place and no one was about except us...

a well layered deep poem well worth the exploration.

A philopsophical poem well crafted.

Thank you both