Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

indeed you did miss some of the bliss
even though ya popped in outta thin air
for a moment if I remember...well panta
was here as well as judih and a deb who
was mucho fun....we had the poetics on
the run for almost 2 hours....my daughter
Lucy showed up...an awesome surprise........

daughters provide surprises
in thin air moments, love made alive
by blood connection, their eyes
wonder-wide
whether at
six months or thirty years.
mine is twelve this month.
she pulls me nearer
to truths by the innocence
of jacks, she tracks fear
tears with a ray gun,
then questions why
i'm stunned by the hit.




(glad to hear this, mark!....
truly wish i could have been here)

when ya get the time
read through it....strung
together gems they were
non=stop mas rapido action
then...............

been here done this wearing no t-shirt
when ya got a jam on
nothin else is needed

next jam, soon to be here
we'll call it and gather the folks who need a hit
breathe in the possibilities

morning, y'all

judih
six a.m. saturday

hey jude,
don't mean to be rude,
but you arrived NUDE?
without yer shirt?
damn, girl!
that's pretty bold...
guess somebody
mighta told
ya there's no rules.
but geez, that's cool,
well, maybe it's cold!
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
'least that's what
i've been told...

heh

good morning, my friend

true, the fire of action
tolerates no friction
straight out to ya

nipple rodeo
riding the words
as they see fit

(suggestion: let's alter the 3 pm format. Too late for my bucking bronco brain and slap dab in the middle of your daily bread. wired steals the laptop of his nearest victim. let's change the time to a.m. and see what happens)

evening, hostess lady.

j

bare-breasted
suggestions in a pm
or am format should
always be considered
by a fiction writer.

good evenings
are daily bread
victims in see-fit
garments,
when laptops
are stolen
one by
won.

let's see
what happens
straight out to us,
too late for bronco
bucking brain slaps.


(heh
good morning, miss jude....
what time do you suggest?)

from the gleam of your words
i'd say 'now' is good

but if not now, then how about:

10 a.m. EST
and let it play all day

now is the time we have.
now is the graveyard.
now is the sequined gown.
now is the reknowned name
of physicists, magicians,
weathermen.
now is the big-bellied
buddha, legs snaked
around legs snaked
around before
and after.

manana, donna

Now performed by Noh
stark radiant singular
while buddha sleeps
reclining in a.m. time
Now invigorated seeds
plan their comeback
in eternal present

a gift to you
for all you've been through
take the Now and treasure it always

may you always have enough

still not locked out
at the grand gates
of poetic bliss I shout,
"any time at all, anytime
at all....anytime at all, all
ya gotta do is call and I'll
be there."....................

and i love every minute


thanks, wireman

the chimes ring this sunny morn
in baltimore land of my reborn, the
breaking of another day, the plan
make my walkin' the dog get away
up on locust point the joint that
inspired "O Say Can"t Ya See"
out there I will reflect on the way
we all connect in this word jam that
is beyond compare.....thank you judih
thank you anemone and deb and -D
and even my own lil offspring down in
virginia skipperbear took the chance to
dare...so I'll head up to Ft. McHenry with
Zaar dog once again ...look out on the
harbor reflecting on this wonderful jam
time that has been, thank you all who
participated once again...........wired