Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

viva frida
surviving a downpour
wind and rain
rolling in from the bay
throw me a life preserver
eve of a performance
party for "Octopus Dreams"
poetry anthology
Raga Celtic Delta Blues CD
finito and on sale tomorrow night
soon to be on CD Baby site
who'd a thunk a poor rodbuster
from southeast D.C.
woulda gotten this far?????????

Rockoetry
countdown to take-off
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
blast-off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
spaces filled
lives will rebuild
there's a chill in the
air 2night
all boils down to a bottle
yet it's not for me
it's not for o say can't ya see
it's just a choice............

does it sell when
your looking into
the wishing well?

A wish bone not a back bone
I sell my sweat
Not the truth

Choices?
I always got what I had coming, I never had to ask


life lived forward
understood backwards
or so the wise men say

I miss kim
and her crutches
The young so strong

There was a chill in the air the night before
Down in the thirties
Covered my plants
My sentinels of Joy standing tall
still at my bedroom window

rainy night in Baltimore ST
ran the dog over on Hanover St.
by the bridge, a fave spot
also Riverside Park near Fort St.
rode by yer old haunts on Caroline
the other day, been at Hopkins
in the mud...mucho lodo
lady cop let me slide this
morn at 5:30, she said I ran
a stop sign, but I did not
just acted like a good soldier
and it usually works....for
some reason....gonna make some
xtra bread this weekend rodbustin'
investing in the CD, I'll let ya
know when it's up on CD Baby
we did a show on friday night
a Gallery at North and Howard
me & my raga machines mike on
guitar and jamie on doumbek and
bodhran, good crowd and a great response
party for the new Baltimore poetry anthology
"Octopus Dreams"..... http://homepage.mac.com/birdhousestudio ... leases.htm

did you say old haunts
I was a spooky kid
But ain't we all

Hanover street bridge
Blank
Working on my visuals
Still trying to tear my eyes away from the vanishing point
on a far horizon
chronic highway hypnosis
Hanover street bridge always at night, high brige, concrete on or stone arches
Damn my memory wholes

Howard and North,
Ouch
1980
two by four upside my head
Urban decay
sounds like a rebirth
good news

haunted those baltimore streets wirman
walked for miles and miles
from south charles st to The Art Museum and JHU campus to little italy and fells point.

everything seem more real than I was
everything seemed so fleeting
I wondered what would last
only the arts I know now

but back then I felt like a ghost

still do
Not walking enough probably
un natural 2D world, so self contained here with work and play
I got out for maybe 15 minutes on a sunny fall day with windswept leaves
very refreshing

I read something about writing today it was in a 2001 edition of the writer's market that I bought for a quater at the local library used bood store. It said:

Do you feel that if you could not write you would die?

I don't know about that. Breathing seems to be my a priori or something.

But if I don't get back to my walking practice I am going to be a real flash in the pan. put a crink in my plan to be a bad old man like Japhy Ryder.

spanning the patapsco river
all the way from South Baltimore
to Brooklyn, conjures up
an image of my
old litkicks friend,
it's Thanksgiving
and I just wanna bask
in the WAY
no getting the hell out of
no better place this day
things are tough all over
Howard and North can change
but I was hangin out front
before the show and I'd
say u still gotta watch yer..............

before retiring for the evening
pizza all gone
dr. pepper sounds good right about now
train horn moans
MARC train slow movin thru south bawlmer
zorba sleepin on the floor
my how that pup can fly across a football field
and swim, man can he swim
CJ's in hospital tonight
that's enough to leave this place in a time stands
still silence...moan train horn....moan....

it takes a train to cry
I been riding that ego train again
Up and down ride
I want to live
I want to die

meanwhile
nothing to do for my sister
but get my act together
her baby boy of 22 leaving home again
she is shattered




Please come home Carole Jean

I got mixed feelings about my avatar
as if my stupid posts relfect badly on her
I try to keep her in my heart and mind as much as I can
The avatar helps

mark, please let us know how CJ is doing, OK?

thank you

much love and prayers sent hers and your way

much thought
too much thought
never enuff jam
all the varieties
not a party weekend
tightened belts
almost ripped the leather
& it is a pleasure to do the.........................slow.........

too much thought
never enough love
since july

dragging on and on
no diagnosis
test after test
fear on fear

nothing to do but worry
my sister my self

jam is up
jam is down
accentuate the positive
climb a sorrowful hill
let the good times roll down the other side


Oncological Surgeon
give and take

cj's oncologist
real cool professor
at UMaryland
this has all been
a long process
with peaks and valleys
a few flat tires along
the way too.......
ST i kinda like the cj avatar
it makes me smile........... http://www.soweboarts.org/carolejeanbertsch.html

It is corny but true
A smile is good medicine



I see those dark brooding clouds pass over her
One of the things that are no mo is family doctors it seems
One medical office to keep a patients records together
One doctor who knows the medical history
In stead of having it scattered in five different places

It wasn't merely that their left hand didn't always know what their right hand was doing, so to speak; quite often their right hand had a pretty hazy notion as well-- D.Adams

What will be
Will be

she's home
and strong
the dog's wet
chasin sticks
in the patapsco
avatar got me
smilin

i get my wireman & cj news
from the GO spot

grinnin' over here
ear to ear

give that girl
a blue ribbon

she's a winner!