Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I used to play this tune on the guitar and sing it at coffeehouses.

To all writers who have told me they want to have a page on the Studio Eight site (click HOME above)..... if you haven't sent me your material yet, please do so.

I am working on the pages now and want to get that part of the site launched as soon as possible.

Thanks much!

-d

manana, donna

i have risked residue analysis by the sheer spread of one-time sister hearts, diamond-pierced by a Yassar Arafat dream, three Jerusalem heart thieves betrayed by a teacher-myth, vows sucked stiff quick to tongue-talk lip sync essence. mmmmmmmmmyohmy but i have no interest in investing in any of this...

now is the time we have.
now is the graveyard.
now is the sequined gown.
now is the reknowned name
of physicists, magicians,
weathermen.
now is the big-bellied
buddha, legs snaked
around legs snaked
around before
and after.

bare-breasted suggestions in a pm or am format should always be considered by a fiction writer. good evenings are daily bread victims in see-fit garments, when laptops are stolen one by won. let's see what happens straight out to us, too late for bronco bucking brain slaps. (heh good morning, miss j...

hey jude,
don't mean to be rude,
but you arrived NUDE?
without yer shirt?
damn, girl!
that's pretty bold...
guess somebody
mighta told
ya there's no rules.
but geez, that's cool,
well, maybe it's cold!
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
'least that's what
i've been told...

heh

good morning, my friend

I'm in a blues-state......

daughters provide surprises in thin air moments, love made alive by blood connection, their eyes wonder-wide whether at six months or thirty years. mine is twelve this month. she pulls me nearer to truths by the innocence of jacks, she tracks fear tears with a ray gun, then questions why i'm stunned...

I am Alice
shrinking growing
looking for gloves
to hide guilt
fingerprints.

I should be
beheaded.

I missed my own party again. I am embarrassed to say... all work, no play... i'm a dull girl now, i couldn't have fun but at least my work is done sincere apologies for missing the show how did it go? (geesh) If anybody's still around and wants to have a toast, I'll tip my verse with yours tonight.....

LOL!!!!

i can't stop laughing

I search for
an oasis
from toil.
the sun plays
coy tricks telling me
it is time
it is time
it is time
and yet
I drown in
incomplete
illustrations.

It's not 3PM yet but I bet it will be here soon! Right now, it's only an hour past noon! I'm just settin' up the bar, tunin' the guitar - sweepin' the floor and gettin' ready for more jammin'! Whoever gets here first pour the next one a drink, OK? Burst out in verse! Let's have some wordplay! Enjoy!

Lightning Rod... the Joy Urchins are a joy and I am captivated once again have you selected your material yet? we need 5-10 and a short bio and photo, ok? oohhhh yeah... you already know that? heh ;) let us create a symphony, shall we? you play winds, i'll play brass, we will share percussion as rhy...