Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

faces come on and in the air compressed door
this evenings warm wind is gently blowing all over us, the kiss of the body and air, delightful with the exception of a dental assistant or nurse or whatever she was, with the puppy in a lil travel pouch. she was on her cell phone for the entire bus ride.The woman reading next to her with the cleanest white shoes I have seen since 1960 was trying to read, and she had to get up and move from the lil cracker box. geez i hope she is done talking by the time she gets home.She did not like how someone spoke to her or what she said about her mother. I was plotting to kill her.
this little boy in a stroller noticed the puppy in the bag. he was wonderful, those beautiful blue eyes and the curiousity of the boy was beautiful, and made miss thing fade into the background.I did not get to take the class, it was too late in the semester.twice now. I decided to hang out at the job place at school. hippies know. they , we just know what to do next.because life is not always as predicted.I have twin boys and I get to go get them on friday morning, thru marriage. they are so cool. I cannot wait! I loved being a mommy---motorcycle madness all around here.restoration in a big way- i want the hot tub to run. it is my first priority.

as always, your observations are astute and visual

thanks for sharing, jana!

yes, i found lots to enjoy in your vingette

~westie

check out the poetry foundation, and in there is a category"awards" and the neglected master s is 10 grande, and another 50 grande if you are younger than I
I am going to watch televison
i cannot correct a single error nor spend a nicke
i must rest

quite a bus ride...or any ride...enjoyed sharing a seat next to you...
peace and good health....steve

without you
my life is cluttered with things and animals and a constant juggling act to " make ends meet"
do they meet
the sun is going to be 90 today in Portland
i have learned a new trick
blocking with the i pod, it is better than casual rudeness
it is blatantly I like music and please do not interrupt me
i listen in a manner that requires observation, smiles and many faces.i miss the liquid paint and the inspiration. My indian garden has taken over, it has been bumpy in there.threw the bumps out today, or clogs, if you please.the sun is beating down on a town that is awakened by the influx of many new people from all over our reputation for recycling and being a green city has gone all over the world.we are famous as a group.
without you
this city would be filled with a search for love and dreams that may come true
maybe
the poetry i walk into my toe nails an the bottom of my feetreaching for mother earth with my long arms and strategic movement
without you
i would not eat and smoke all the time
never stopping for anything
without you drugs look friendly

i promise to buy myself a gold lighter and pay some bills.I promise to clean the house and cook beautiful meals
for you my love
without you
i answer to freedom an time-less-ness
i will buy perfume from the russian man down the street
without you
i would not look in the mirror
living a life from the inside out
with you the perspective of my life
loves the rain
the green that laces the garden floor
make me want more and more
of you ;with out you
my hands cover my face
i leave as fast as I can with out a trace
sadness pokes fun at me
with out you
I am hungry
love touches me in places I have never been
with out you
lust is filled with chagrin
taste and scent
you rock my world
you spin my clock
a dance, a whirl
take me like a grain of sand that transforms into a pearl
tatoo me
mark me as yours
these moments with you
open the doors
with out you
there is only on demmand
kiss me once
I am your brand
smoke me roll me puff me
and I will give
what i can