Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Saw a man hungry
what price is this empathy
me with no more change

Eye glasses
dimes, three pennies
brass house key
a dog-eared book
of Emily Dickinson,
its tiny words
washing
me over
another evening
of talking
only to myself

This is an awesome poem. Bravo. The lilting repetition of she / sea / reads pushing the poem right along...I can "feel" this woman walking. I am with you and we are watching her.

68degrees

I'm fifty-seven
an age most of you are not
just plain deal with it

I'm taking time out here just to say I had a shitty day, opened this up, and smiled.

68degrees

A dry martini or an India Pale these are divisions to our thirst Ordinary faults mean cracks in a sidewalk, in us they could prove fatal we cling to them like bad lies during soft times we are curious and lightly chuckle. Some mornings bacon for the fat other mornings skinny insecurities Hold your b...

It's Sunday today
nothing much but snow and you
smiling, that's enough

hate to be a pain
but this weather is shitty
a broken record

blizzard snow tonight
wind louder than god himself
even the deaf hear

forty five below
winds push cold below new cold
warmth is in the mind

Life is tough enough
without time icing away
January wins

"If you are not too long, I will wait here for you the rest of my life"

Oscar Wilde

This is wonderful and I'm glad I read it. Everything is in place here for this to be a play, including questions that could be answered but answering them would spoil the virginity of it.

Thanks for posting.

68degrees

Appreciate folks liking this. Thanks.

in these thinning times
of falling temperatures
look to the fireplace