Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The cactus reached in Many fingers towards the sky- leather skinned and old walking down the sunlit street- she seemed to know something: it was just the way she directed her shopping cart and iron gaze into your eyes- she told fortunes.. “ think carefully now son.. “
Don’t do it..
she would yell suddenly
She didn’t like to be inside- wore layers of clothes to stay warm- she knew things about the weather and climate change
She did not drink- she used to ice skate- a long time ago.she was a nurse.

She just wants to be outside— she goes to the food banks and to sisters of the road cafe- it’s rough now she says- some people are not made for this life

our stories are the climbing ivy
on a barren landscape, the new green
on the the burnt sienna ground, we must
speak for the next in line, for they will
flourish with the tales we can tell,they were
never expected to do this alone, our lives
have value, our narration is a continuum
of all the other stories before us, the good
the bad the ugly the mesmerizing melodies
from one cell to another to spore into the air
and float like weightless tons of imagination
clouds of universal flora and fauna, animals
planted here for a reason