Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thank you.

Thank you.

Fredericks was a tall kid who lived opposite the school. He had black straight hair parted like Hitler but without the moustache. We weren't friends just acquaintances who shared gossip or new items or swapped cigarette cards of footballers or movie stars. One day he stopped me outside school. Hey ...

Good capture.

Neat poem. creative.

Nesta Owen glanced at the white plastic clock on the wall of the lounge gave a deep sigh. Phil Owen her husband of six months had gone drinking with his friends and was going to be late home once again. She switched off the TV and sat scrutinising the yellow flowered wallpaper which she loathed. In...

Jazz and drugs have along history and Jack took jazz and aspects of it into his writing. Good capture.

Well said.

Guy took me home with him after school. Hot summer day. His dad would drive me home that night he said. I'd never been to his house before so it was a surprise to see his mother in the lounge in a loose blue dress dark brown hair and dark eyes that focused on me as soon as I entered. This is Benedi...

You have taken a good look into the depths of America and the souls of the people.

Deep poem & theme.

Thank you, Saw.

Yours is a contented sleep of hot sex and deep love wrapped in the arms of dream's hold. Ariadne beside you in the bed awake and musing. Your mother is dead her MS having taken its toll. Your father alone in his moroseness and grief and non belief. Your younger sister married in New York writes occ...

You have captured it well.