Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

“They’ll make your words
Not quite your own,” said Isaiah Brick,
Full of face, dark-hatted,

Him of short-in-the-way smiles.
“Have to watch they don’t go twist them.”
His words, thick as cream,

Loud as a bugle call in full battle,
Filter the dark street,
Wing the ears of the night girls,

And settle like snowflakes on the passing dead.

Do you take commissions? If we post pictures, would you ever wanna give them stories? It's a gift...don't know how it works for you...but it's awesome. Well done.

Thank you, Joel. I don't suppose I would. I seldom write to order(except by the Muse of course).

Man, there is sizzle in spades all over this ! Thank YOU !!

very descriptive nice write

Thank you both.