Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

To Doreen, the shepherdess who keeps her sheep from wandering aimlessly, a salute from the heart...

A joke that went around in my college days: Did you hear about the constipated engineering professor? He worked it out on a slide rule (snicker).

Tell that one to a college kid today and see if he gets it...

the tools that forged us
slide rule, ink pen
manual typewriter
all began sliding away
with the Radio Shack TSR-80
is there anyone younger than 40
who even knows
what "slide rule" means?

Yep.

Florida is one of the 15 states I haven't been in, and will probably stay that way...

Sasha, Mingus Mountain looks to be a bit higher than it actually is, only about 7500 feet - a foothill, compared to the fourteeners in Colorado.
Those structures are just TV and cell towers...

soon, too soon, resistance is futile...

Now, that's love...

Right on, Ann:

creek roars, wind sings, trees whisper
rocks think their long thoughts
and offer silence

(Inspired by Pine Creek Wilderness, Cleveland National Forest, California)

My poems are as long or as short as I please.
I’m a storehouse of verses and rhymes yet untapped
To a dashing young poet, the writing’s a breeze
Much trickier, finding an audience rapt.

I’m a storehouse of verses and rhymes yet untapped
And all it requires is talent and skill-
Much trickier ...

love is essential
love of God is eternal

It is a day when you awaken, knowing
The air is different, before your eyes
Admit the silver light of mountain dawn. . .

A day when breezes have the subtle edges
That make you lift your head and fill your lungs
And disbelieve that summer's sun still shines. . .

A day when light is crystal clear ...

Laboring forward, upward, pace-driven, pack-heavy,
Heat relentless from the summer sun,
Rock walls aglow, chapparal smelling of flame.
My body struggles to fulfill my fantasy
Of a cooling rain still a hundred seasons away....

Less wise than the aging machine that houses me,
I go up, each foothold ...

and the index, if nothing else works...