Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Love the metaphor of the snake shedding its skin for the changes from aging. Excellent transition of morning coffee to reflections on a lifetime. Excellent poem on so much more than coffee.

John

Wonderful take on the blues and where it took you. The British invasion. I wasn't born when the Beatles came on the Ed Sullivan show. But you took me to a time and place I get nostalgic for through video clips. Thank you.

John

So sorry he went missing my friend.,Losing a canine companion can be heartbreaking. I lost my Boston Terrier almost a year ago to kidney failure from old age. Saying goodbye to her was incredibly hard. My condolences to you my friend.

John

Oh man, this brought to mind Thoreau's descriptions of his hiking in and around Concord as well as my own hikes with my late wife through the national forest wilderness of north Louisiana guided yes by topographical maps over the surprisingly rugged terrain there with mesas and buttes of sandstone m...

I hope your winter went by without too much pain. I too have back pain. Mine is manageable and not too severe yet. Just visualizing you and your dog briskly walking the trails is a wonderfully reassuring thought that carries this city dweller back in memory to my own time spent in the backwoods. I a...

Sasha, I love you beautifully composed account of life after a stroke. Taking with a walk with you and your dog made me happy in ways not all writing can. There is an optimism here that inspires me to be hopeful. I am happy for you and that your life has returned to a kind of normal but heightened a...

jackofnightmares, glad this one was there for you when you needed it.

John

So sorry Sasha that trouble makers stopped your local powwow. In Natchez, there has been no trouble from anyone. Itis a peaceful congregation of Native and non-native people. It was a kind of New Year for me. It was one of the few area powwows that didn't forbid picture taking. So I have an extensiv...

Thanks, Saw. This was a personal story based on my late wife and I. We went to the powwow every year. Glad you enjoyed it.

John

Shades of a Turquoise Moon They cross into the Powwow zone where buttered blue corn on the cob melts on the tongue like the pretzels whose buttery softness they lick at the magnolia state fair in June when one is all they can afford. John shadows Marsha beyond the Great Sun’s mound to an abandoned m...

Thanks jackofnightmares. Glad you enjoyed my head trip.

John

Rawina Finds Hope Her family had scattered to the four winds after their village became a smoking ruin. So she wandered the desert in a daze. At the age of twenty when most are just starting off in life, she was a refugee. Finally, Rawina found herself more chaperoned than captured by the strangest ...

Sasha, first it sounds to this layman like you made an amazing recovery. Peripheral vision loss but mobility regained. Also comforting is your dog’s love. You really took me into your experience like I was there going through it. At first I was hoping this was fiction. But quickly I realized it was ...

Glad you read this when you did because the final edit wasn’t completed until yesterday. There were quite a few glitches until then. I thank you for your keen observations and especially for your appreciation of the screenplay potential here. Also grateful for your pointer about Kevorkian. I vaguely...

Wrestling in the Metropolitan My wife follows me around the dispensary to gather her food. She says, “In case you’re wondering, my black eye is a badge of honor for our lordship on high. A woman insulted our king of kings by heaping criticism upon our system of rational governance created for our be...