Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Juarez
fruitless escape
from El Paso
thus the dream
try Los Algodones
more class
no revolvers
just fidget spinners

Yeah, the only downside is having to get up early enough to see the mob off to work. But, it's worth it...

You must admit, it's started well,
No rain in sight that we can tell.
How eagerly we don our packs,
Ignoring any warning bell. . .

Whose idea was this, anyway?

With forty pounds upon our backs
(Each carries what another lacks)
We gaily step out on the trail
And note there are no other tracks ...

LG and Saw, thanks!

Nicely done. "And the rats and the cats, they was playin' peek-a-boo..." (Old Irish folk song)

I know what you mean. That's the kind of feeling that led me to write this a few years ago. It ended up being the preface for an ebook of poetry now on Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/Sea-Change-William-Morris-Kahn-ebook/dp/B010ISU620 if you want to look). The odd thing is that, not long after I ...

Wow - are you sure it's not winter?

the future river
flows quickly
under the present bridge
into the past lake

the really fun part
with other people watching:
getting up again

Words have power
And if craftily joined,
There is magic, too.
But a poem needs a voice,
A dimension of sound,
Or it is incomplete.

A poem is a song
Without music.
A poem is a song
Making its own music
Subtly, in the tone and rhythm
Of the poet’s voice.

This is the oldest of arts,
From the ...

Early Memory

1941

Standing in his crib, crying
Because he hears the sirens crying.
Grandma croons it’s ok, it’s ok
But her body
When she picks him up
Sings a different song
The sirens’ song
And he wails louder
Like the sirens....

And grandma holds
A green-faced monster
With big eyes and a long ...