Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

“May You All Arise This Morning”
Ran across a tiny kush
petite round pungent so damn lush
Dylan’s freewheeling’ a yesterday feeling’
Doin’ ok now for a minute
Sickening war, luck I ain’t in it
Missin’ pilot they claimed they’ve found
never the truth, not sure it’s sound
Lord I’m alone at 72
scared ‘bout war, how about you?
Tomorrow I might be resurrected
just stopping by uncorrected
Don’t worry don’t fuss
twas just a tiny old bud of kush

(Happy Easter!
Rise up and breathe!
Good morning!)

86 and waiting around for the big bang or a wimper
like your poem a lot
wishing you
a gut yomtif baby sister

Good Yontif! My sweet Jack!
Oh how I’ve missed you.
It’s not a lie it’s the exact truth.
How are ya, hon? Nothing could be simpler,
a big bang explosion then a sighing whimper.
86? Kick ‘em all out, the damn grifts!
Good yontif! I’ve missed you! No what if
about that.

Mornin' Doreen,
Howdy, Jack!

cold & gray up here in New England
but only outside -
warm & sunny in here
doin' ok at 76
full belly, hot coffee on tap
exploring some new music I just "discovered"
(Kaija Saariaho, Finnish avant-garde composer)
good stuff
done with my taxes, just gotta file 'em
bumped into a neighbor out in the woods yesterday
chatted about Great Hikes We've Taken...
had a wee crush on her since I've known her -
and her dog likes me...
I wish you both
(and anyone else reading this)
peace & inner joy
don't let the world rob you of that

Greetings Studio Eighters
there is an Easter Storm
blowing across my cherry tree
and the Bradford Pear is shedding
like a Labrador Retriever if she were white
At 77 I still awake each morning thus far
and look forward to my rituals....more so
than ever before I treasure that ability
to plug into a new day despite the additional
disfunctions of certain limbs and this old head
of mine, but we work together as a team
and fool the invisible man behind the invisible curtain
who many days seems to enjoy fucking with me
just for the fun of it.....but hey, I always love
a challenge and today is no different...I'm here !
peace love and understanding to all of you resisting

hello to all
how did I get to 74?
my teenage years
were just a minute before
spring has come
to cheer my aging heart
along with septic problems
not a good start
at least the sunny days
make the digging easier
time to rise up
out of the winter
and the world muck
rise up

I love all of your responses! I’m so happy to have each of you in my life on our little home-away-from-home platform.

You guys fill my heart with joy!

I’m all alone in this world for the first time ever, the past three years. I’ve never lived alone before. Well, not since college. Since then I always had a husband or a boyfriend or my kids or roommates or room renters… my life was full of people and now? I’m so fricking alone, I should be elated because I love my solitude … but no. I got lonely! I never expected this. It was always difficult for me to carve out some solitude and space.

But NOW that’s all I have so I’m going to have to get up out of this suburban apartment, a place I never thought I’d end up, and figure out where to go to connect with people and nature.

All of you inspire me! I am a grateful! Thank you so much! And I appreciate being heard if you have had the time.

I wish I had some words of wisdom for you, but I don't... I was much younger when I made the jump from bandmate to soloist. It was a difficult adjustment, a lot of tears got shed, a lot of rage boiled out... Writing helped enormously - my journals became my therapist. They eventually showed me that I'd been faking it all along, and had never really fit into the husband-and-one-of-the-gang role I'd been playing - that I was a hard-core introvert trying to live in an extroverted world on their terms - something I think I'd known all along at some fundamental level. Your mileage will vary, but if you know your needs, you'll find a way to fill them.