Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thank you. It was one of those that was actually easy to write. Kids are great subjects.

Thank you, Dadio. Occasionally I and Me do like to get together.

Good for you. Keep yourself well tuned and you'll be good for another hundred thousand miles. At least.

Lucky you. Don't knock it.

Well, nuts for sure; not too sure about the hot fudge. But thanks for thinking so.

Thanks snowman. I love children and their total abandon. The absolute belief that the world is made for their enjoyment.

I have a brain, I know I do. At least I did, the last time I checked. I keep it in a jar , on the table right beside my bed. That way, I'm always able to find it, even when I lose my head. Like now: Well, I thought it was here. Now, I'm not sure where I left it last time I used it. So many jars; so ...

the I that is me has chosen to be a little bit more than I am like toast and butter is even better with a little jam the I that is me has chosen to be all I am and a little bit more like the chocolate cake that your grandma makes is better than that from the store the I that is me has chosen to be t...

Yeah, depression it is. But you made me smile with that comment. I did like your poem. I am simply in a blue funk and having a hard time clawing my way out of it.

I love this. I like the photo. Icicles are so beautiful and so is your poem.

Steve, I enjoy your penny haiku. I love some of the words you use to describe what you say, not the least of which is "cawing cards". That one made me laugh out loud for real. Not just the little lol that people leave without so much as a smile, but a real belly laugh.

Keep them coming. I love them.

Your smile, your words, are all the same to me. Charming. I've missed you. I didn't realize it until this moment, but I really have.

Nicely written. Very typical family scene out of the fifties. Or at least, that is my perception. It could be because that was the decade of my youth and when I used to read in the living room, while Mom knitted and country music played on the radio. Or maybe on the big old wind up gramophone.

Doreen, as usual, I love your writing. But #11 captured me from line one. And enchanted me all the way to the end. I liked all 23 of these poems, some more than others, but #11 was/is my favourite.

So, Terry, as I said before, another good story. Vivid images and well chosen words to tell a story of adult behaviour and childish confusion. I like it very much. And I remember Eddie and Gene too.