Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Ask what you will of me
but please, please don't
ask me to go in a cup.

I can go in a mug,
a jar
or a vat.

I can go in glass
a bowl
or stein,
but I won't go in a cup.

The cup is mine.

My poetry is defeated, winded from the inside out and the lungs of it, flailing- asphyxiated by the atmosphere of my pestilent writing. My words, the putrid taste of their fragmented state circulating in my mouth, the taste of broken. My best work, I hide within the intimate world of my Self. I only...

Room for wiggling one's toes,
wiggling away the Anger
and creating suds of Neutrality
to balance it all out.

In my day's work, I help the home-bound elderly in need. Servicing these incredible individuals, I feel the reality of life pulsating right before me. Some live melancholic lives, others joyful. Yet each one is aging and in need of help, and sadness sometimes envelopes me-they are helpless and I am ...

...This is so beautiful, it's made me cry...

If your Rage is yours, then let me own what is rightful- My Happiness. I will not absorb your Rage; you've purchased it, earned it, fought for it. It's yours for you to revel in and enjoy. Here lies the gift-wrapped Happiness, and I pull at the strings of the bow gently. Here I extend to you what I'...

Joel, I don't know how to respond but by blushing... Your words are beautiful, Thank You.

You've tapped into solid gold - welcome aboard Lao!

From Maribel to her Beloved on the Eve of their Wedding I thought I might give myself to you but decided against it. Perhaps it’s your inability to perceive that which defines me so clearly, Or Perhaps it’s your ability to trample my delicate terrain of the spirit. And/Or It’s your singular sense o...

You kicked Time in the ass
and it keeps on ticking!

Pedestrian vs. Driver

Walking along the potholed gravel
of First or Second Ave,
I'll be sideswiped by a cyclist
or by an unsuspecting cab.

I could shout out a rosary of expletives
but getting angry is useless.
So I resolve to remain the conscientious driver
I am, and walk away the stress.

Joel, your writing has rolled around in my head...this is a beautiful piece of work. It's delicate and rich but sturdy, like silk. Your writing is amazing!

Indeed, we all take huge gulps of cyber gumbo and let our bowels dissect the parts of the whole, perhaps never tasting the full flavor of the ingredients.

This has hit many of my pained soft spots...Great rhyme scheme and great writing! And great advice.