Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

...and all the while the birds dance
around my feeder,
maybe do a little hop-footed prance
they don't know from Christmas
all they care to know
is of the seeds in the snow
little gifts for everyone
and Hawk is elsewhere.

no errors for me...

the migratory forest sways to the wind in the backs of trucks. cut off at the knees, captured with nets they are dark shapes huddling in the lots held in by rope and strangled with lights, and one by one they are pulled away, to wither in the corner underneath the bling and the jing-aling. they died...

the chaser and the chased
everyone plays
in the Great Hunt
that is Time.

the turn of the year rebirth of the sun raise your cup to the oak toast the season begun the valley is crossed the calendar fled the Holly King fading -let's drink him to bed the season of sleep now covers the land; the music of spheres cares not for our plans, so- cast your fate to the fire toast t...

doreen peri wrote:Can some of you let me know if you got this announcement by email? I sent out an email to all the members but I'm not sure if it went through because I didn't get a copy. Thanks!

I got it. Looking forward to it.

-mb

that ain't no charlie brown tree!

awesome. two-dimensional mixed media with a garland of verse and a star on top.

wishes and fishes to you!
-mb

bring on the flippin' terradactyls!
say yes to the flapping Earth Toes!
save me a seat on the last rocket to Mongo!

nice one, John!

-mb

interesting tableau

Don't stop on my account either. Poets are the voices of dissent amongst the cattle and chattel.

-mb

looking forward to the jam...

my favorite of the three!

-mb

I'm quite fond of that kiwi...

mb, unholy gobbler