Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I have read a lot of your work
I think I like this one the best of any so far.

thank you

poetry is like rock climbing in the rain for me
takes an intrepid soul.

Dear Mystic Diary the magic eight ball of my mind that always tells me like it is whatever will be my child. That microwave has made all the difference in my life. I no longer stand in front of it in superstitious fear that when the count reaches zero I will die. I would stand there 15 seconds and c...

Dear Huckleberry Diary Is it worse to be scared than to be bored, that is the question. (Gertrude Stein) I got so bored I had to sell my high tech microwave with the digital clock and buy an old used one with a dial that you twist to set the time. Now I just wait for the ding while I smoke a cigaret...

Happiness is a warm gun a greasey spot on the road a dead gunslinger Now he's just an old man that no one believes says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed and there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge calling him out to the lunatic fringe now he's out in the traffic checking the sun and h...

please forgive me my mind wanders

dam dam dam forget about the book, really a link for me his suicidal inner child I been into chit chat with the fair sex lately You know Medusa must be redeemed I panderer to women some women say probably not with out reason but Gertrude Stein reminds me a lot of my bubbie. What the hell did she kno...

I talk like I type I type like I talk Gertrude Stein was a trucker at heart there is a there there when you are on the road never run out of road the truckers say because it is a lost feeling like a sailor without a sea like life on the beach for us Ever since Eve bit for it And now we got to bust o...

I wish I'd been there thanks for the music check this out if you have not heard it Amazing Grace sung to the tune of House Of The Rising Sun <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZJ-kLKut9E&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true...

Thanks for the flowers Clay. Interesting poem. More than interesting once I get by my vanity. and see you in the windshield. THe hours clay, the thousands of hours staring into the reflections in that windshield. "Laughing Buddha boys do not have all the answers" Hester Prynne I been thinking about ...

Another song from my great awakening in the seventies when everybody and their brother was getting saved. <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgE8x6Hqags&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscripta...

It was not really Mae West who said "Skepticism is the chastity of the Intellect"

His daughter is fourteen or 15, pregnant, strung out, on her way to mexico with her boyfriend she stops by his house in st pete he wishes her well tells her to write books use his name. what he wanted wanted was for his novels to get married and have lots of little short stories. She died young Not ...

Thanks for the bullsh*t haiku I put a little old wink after saying that. <center> I Doing the Math </center> Not smart as I used to be Read a book by a mathematician once The book had a catchy title. "The Human Use of Human Beings" I tried reading it again last year, thirty years after I first read ...

I had his virology text book, it looked like he had put his paint cans on it he was an artist. He was also a post doctorate student at NIH in Maryland. I was interested in the virology at the time so he gave me his text book. Viruses Bits of information on the edge of animate inanimate matter. I gue...

As for past lives I don't know jack spit about the Akashic Record and reincarnation Movies from sixty years ago that have been spliced into my remote memory of past lives a movie I saw the night in 194? I woke up screaming about being eaten by dinosaurs. the 1940 version The death lizards picked up ...