Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Not sure of the why of centering but would love to "hear" this and then it wouldn't matter how it was formatted. I like the two syllable cadence.

"…questions like ignition
starting the mind…" is a nice image.

"why's" and "wise"….nice.

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During service
yesterday, the sun
threw its light
through
blue and red
stained glass

God whispered
the latest gossip
about my deceased
parents
into my ear

an hour later
enough snow
had fallen
to cover
any signs
of real life.

in all this new snow
lay the answers to my life
might find them next spring

#15 First, your glasses, there, on the night stand, sandals next to the bed, all your things, really, here and there these past thirty-one years The sweet equilibrium of our lives, all the things we are too shy to speak to each other about; if you are quiet enough, and leave a light on, you can read...

14. The house is closed up again. It is not Monday. It is not daytime. It is raining. The last time you were in the house, you held a Japanese fan in your hand, waved it occasionally like a theatrical gesture. It is not Thursday. It is not Friday. It is raining. As it was the last time you were in t...

13. I would love to write a letter and mail it to myself to remind me what I was thinking about this morning after I said goodbye and left without saying I love you what if I had died? while writing this letter (everyday what’s ten minutes out of a day worth these days for peace of mind time and a s...

Thank you. My wife says I don't write enough nice poems. I try to please her when I can

There is an old movie called "The Emperor of the North" with Lee Marvin and Ernest Borgnine. Old 70's flick. It's about trains and the old hobos who used to ride them. Not sure why I remember this one but I do. If you ever get a chance…it's worth it for the train scenes alone. Wrote this a LONG time...

I grew up in a railroad town. The sounds...the cinders....the fires from hot sparks off the tracks on hot summer days. We waved to the conductors all the time. They waved back. I used to sleep on the front porch from April til it snowed. The rail yard was three blocks away. The sounds of the cars co...

Christmas lights are on
Sing carols in loud voices
Who really listens

You were talking
from across the room;
I was listening, I swear,
but observed instead,
your right wrist extended,
holding that lovely hand

You could have been
speaking about dinner or
the unopened rye bread
on the white linen

Only our time lacks
understanding of what
this all might mean

Have always had a soft spot in my heart for the poet / lyricist. Like to mess around with song lines sometimes. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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I heard she grew up to marry a short glass of milk kind of guy, but back then she was in my arms: pink tulip skin and edible ear lobes; she would rub her curls against my neck, lap small beads of sweat from my shoulder with that precise tip of her tongue; when words failed us, we spoke only in vowel...

It's December twelfth
with its own lucky number
we'll try again next year

We cry in our beer and whine with our wine…why can't we converse w/a tequila. I bartended most of my way through college. I knew a guy who slept w/his Barcardi 151. It was his best friend.

No one really knows what a person goes through, but I did enjoy the glimpses here.

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