Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Fixed typo. Thanks Doreen.

The biggest and worst egoists
in the world
are those that tell you
to annihilate your own ego



There is truth in that.

Short but strong. A poem with attitude. But vulnerable.

I like how this moves from the more abstract general to a very personal relationship---or lack of one.

Nice follow thru on the theme of design throughout.

When there’s nothing A plate of rainwater is easy to get Yes, you could go for days A dog with a tongue like a tail Wagging and lapping up The condensing steam off somebody else’s coffee Your eyes could get that far, far away look A car with luggage piled in the back seat The one white shirt, loosel...

walking tenderloin down rail lines mooing oh domesticity moon wafer communion this wind shearing hours days years oh how night comes slow guitar strum so low imperceptible moving fingers thinking for themselves long straight line of rothko cloud horizon crick-crack of light steel strings hollow the ...

The "I" eye is all we got not a lot but that's us a lot of i's lined up in linear history like bowling pins time knocks our heads off we are then just a lot of wood termite eaten eventually our molecules whiffs on the breeze no wonder the wind moans outside oh how profound our lost i's when we see t...

This section is supposedly devoted to philosophy among other things. These are thoughts ---nothing great but thoughts. Yesterday I realized that---within a Christian context----there are real problems with the idea of God in history and Salvation etc. First. the Redemption of Humanity is an event in...

in the jewel begloss the mist-ray-scent the glide on skin the voice that touches the pores the stomata-stigmata-tomato vines climbing jack in the bean pops corny humor also somewhere the universe strikes us as funny other wear religious a verb to adorate oh if we could laugh at non-being? (note: thi...

sardonic irony----a half-chuckle if you are wicked.

This forum has been humorless since Feb 8th? Well, I'm not going to humor you.

A Very Unromantic Poem some of us with a double digit age that in the old days we would have thought olde ancient a-teeter and a-totter but now the army of us hoar-frosted mariners before the mike reading poems lamenting our chronological infirmity the bad backs, the creaking legs the deserts in our...

Old friends on a new site.


We are all

Dipping in and out of the global village


these days.

Enjoyed this. Super.

Loved this poem.