Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Birch Hill WMA 10 minues down the road quiet magic no vistas no towering oaks no thunderous waterfalls - just the confluence of two small rivers a few remnants of days past a glacial erratic or two but best of all - peace serenity stillness silence broken only by one's own footsteps and thoughts a h...

October 7, 2023 an email sits unsent in my draft folder suggesting that she and I collaborate on another long-distance poetry reading... then the news Hamas war gunfire Nir Oz hostages ... weeks of pretending to cling to hope until the word arrives: she's gone both she and her beloved gone and with ...

thanks - been looking back myself lately, too like when you climb a mountain your eyes focus on the trail watching your feet stepping here not stepping there til you reach the overlook - then you look up sky back the miles you've hiked maybe a river below or a pond or even an old road that cost you ...

roadside rivulet
that wasn't there
yesterday

love the imagery in these, totemic symbols depicting a contemporary theme. Our forebrains may be exploring the cosmos, but we still live by our hindbrains - it's still who we are. I hope your battle drives out the demon - my ex is going through it too. You're both in my thoughts.

patter of rain
moss-covered boulders -
backyard shrine

sunrise
needs no fanfare
to command awe

yeah, for sure. Had a "friend" - former colleague - who fawned over me, poured on the flattery - called me Mr. Spock, talking up my laboratory expertise - contacted me infrequently after I retired, but only when he wanted something from me. Months, years could go by without a word - then out of the ...

or maybe it's just
that some old books
are worth rereading

little dog
gauges her chances
with a bird

robins
left homeless
by april snow

wary chickadees
inspecting me
from a branch

death
life
one coin
two faces
declining not an option

vernal pools
rife with primal sex -
wood frogs!

been a long time since Red & Blue have embraced - it'd be a better place if it could happen again... maybe when our toxic generations have left the stage & the next assume the lead......

godspeed, old man - surgery has come a long way from those long-ago days that we called its practitioners "sawbones"... may your sleep be deep may your nurses be kind and gentle (and not offended by a little flirting) may your stay be brief and your roommate quiet and the experience rich enough to f...