Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Lately, yes means no, up is down. The girl in the Dunkin' Donuts is cute and friendly, but she's family-trained to know the bigger the smile, the more apple fritters I walk out with, and besides she's Indian to boot and probably under threat of slow agonizing death must only date from a list of appr...

thanx, ya'll....yea this one took a while to write, I was too close I've read the poem twice, with the shirt on, once at CD release party for a compilation called "Words on War" and once at an anti-war gathering of Iraq Veterans Against War...and both times people approached me with very humbling fe...

thanx all, appreciate the feedback...........peace

I am invincible when I wear Bobby's shirt. Friends for forty years, you the lead guitar, and I the bass player in our first band, "The Lourds", and countless other rock bands. You would become a jarhead, and I a swabbie, later we would partner in carpentry, many enigmatic creations still lingering i...

I watched him drag his foot, cross two lanes of traffic, and with no fanfare place something on the double yellow line. I moved my truck to the side of the highway, watched him limp out of sight, his movement sad as his dirty white trenchcoat. I ducked cars and buses, made my way to the center, felt...

I would have to vote for "other", since you didn't include " all of
the above".....

we need to trace those"spiritual contours"....an imaginative journey...
makes me want to read Carlos Castenada ....enjoyable read

right on whyr'man...you said it mark....just live....I might add, let live most unhappiness stems from spending an inordinate amount of time trying to get other people do what we want them to...... if you learn anything in your life, this is one you don't want to miss... love the message here, wire....

it's that special decoration on the pinky that gets you a leg up, I mean anybody can paint their nails, but that special thing for the pinky,
now that's where it's at. Sky's the limit...............

two or more can be a problem...insidious little bastards...nearly killed all of England with that rat flea that spread the Black Death...but this poem of course is much lighter than that...good advice, Lrod...now you have got us on our toes....

thanx for reading folks....doreen, you need some rest...smilessssssss

thanx, one and all for your feedback on Lady Stella....oh, she's calling me...gotta go now.

The anticipation is only surpassed by the tar-drenched smoke cascading into desperate lungs that wait like baby birds for mama to regurgitate their morning fix, as the evil ogre nicotine oozes into each and every panting cell and tricks his weary brain into thinking that everything is better. He dev...

economy with no loss of impact....a neat trick.....when a line like that comes to you, you don't want to muck it with a whole poem...smilessss

thanx Arcadia for the Sarli stuff...interesting...and I too had a
Sicilian grandparent.....your sketch?...if so...well done....