Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I rush forward
because I can't go back
nobody can go back

under the Xmas tree
an electric train that could
only travel in circles

- when your armies,
all your babies,
go off to war -

From where I'm sitting the setting winter sun has moved so far west it is no longer in my field of view.


There is at least a dozen poems in that sentence.

I was out splitting firewood when I heard geese coming over. Something about their call caught my ear. It was a HUGH flock of snow geese. We don't get these guys up here, their flyways are more to the west. I watched them pass in awe. I felt gifted.

9:47 a.m.
27 degrees - snow
Tug Hill

You have been writing top shelf zuihitsu for decades, Jack. Out of your own life, out of your own soul.

Top shelf.

Saw,

Every one must decide for themselves about this, Steve.

... and Thx for reading.

Doreen, I wasn't sure it could be done, Doreen. The enormity of subject would not allow a shred of phoniness, pretension, poetry, or "art" to be a part of any of it. That left only one way to go. Which was to let the facts, simply stated, to speak for themselves and to trust in that alone without an...

Thx, doreen ~

doreen - do you know how old judih's husband is? Saw a report yesterday that a 75 year old male hostage from Nir Oz has died. His name is not given.

and the door continues to close

... seems that way, don't it? - Thx, Mark ~

their marriage had been set for April, 2024 but Neta is dead now. he died in a tiny "safe room" throwing himself on a Hamas grenade giving Iren her only chance to survive people come around now asking Iren one stupid interview question after another her wedding dress, off camera, hangs in the closet...

Yeah, Goddamnit twice.

How you doing out there, Jack?