Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Santiago, I see buildings at river's edge, a carnival with Ferris wheel, bridges over the river. Far off you told me of mountains, a cabin. My camera wants to picture it. I'm a flower against black mind. I am land that crumbles where it meets the sea. My tracks curve into fog. I am city on both side...

Beth, I see trees in single file, from here to where they disappear behind hills. The shore, sand & exposed rocks, a river valley with moon above. Two elephants, floating clouds, a leopard at rest. A tree grows surrounded by water, you rest your chin on your fingers. I am a stone in water, only my a...

Snow for the past two days, Jack, but not much accumulation, winter though, fire going - been difficult dealing with firewood this year - old back injury flares almost instantly with the bending over - so I go it slow. Hell, Jack, you been writing zuihitsu for years, decades - probably the biggest z...

Thx *judih* & *Jack* <*)(*>

... maybe I could get
re-inserted into my previous life
but in a supporting role
not as the main character

2:46 a.m. - *Tug Hill* Killing is killing. Don't use the word "treatment". Hello, Spoon, dish it up. Yesterday is a crow on a branch of a tree across the river. You look & he is there. You look down at the table, count the coins there. You look back to the tree and the crow is gone. Poetry? yeah, m...

Thx, Jack. No mouse turds here - I have about 18 cats or so though the last couple of days I have not seen them all together at feeding times. I have one I worry about, she's smaller than the rest and timid to boot. She always waits until all the other cats are done feeding then she will go in for w...

Thx, Jack. Blow, man, blow!

Only one thing left to do, find out what your grandparents left behind.

let sand run through your fingers.

Just kiss it, Ronnie dear,
it's going this way.

I got this homemade poem factory in the woods by the river. Just a shack behind the trailer affair. Nothing fancy. Almost non-digital. I hook memories to the present moment out there. It's specialist work, real snake-eye shit. You got to nail them tight or they will blow up in your face. Only real a...

"I mean here is non-lunch time
but you should eat something
the moon wants to visit & you look hungry"

we could be two birds
on the same branch
looking in the same direction
at words floating in the air

Thx, Jack, ain't had much stomach for writing since the diagnosis - but seems like it's not going to leave me alone -