Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

They sent hundreds to their graves to sell slaves to the Spaniards. We left Mersey in 1702— sailed out from Liverpool; These greedy fools made fortunes but lost their souls. They will all be undone. My Davy said to me “Why don’t Mark tell the story of Thomas, but only John does?” Outside beyond our ...

Joel— My earlier entry was flippant, and not worthy. I have an ambiguous relationship with God, to say the least. That said, I am a student of scripture. John, in my opinion, is the greatest of the gospels and, of course, the most unique of the four. And IMHO chapter 8 is the most intriguing and pow...

Sooner or later,
blow the world up to save it,
some fool will tell us.

Abe said to God -- Where do you want this killin' done?
God said -- Out on Highway 61.

dadio -- of the limited sample I have seen here of your well-crafted work, this is the best. While one focus of the poem is the book on WWII, Granddad's memories are of his time in WWI, a war in which I have a special interest, and a character from whom is my namesake. Of all idiotic events to have ...

Distant sounds of deep
city night and roar of my
own even breathing.

Thou has seen to me, oh Lord; my form hath been the subject of Thy anger. Gone is my youth and my daring, gone are my wanderings; Thou has seen to me, oh Lord. Thou art the true God, the supreme master. Thou hast placed Thy foot against my stiff neck, against the stiff obstinate neck of thy chosen o...

his conversation aright salvation Lord God is a man of war according to his work speak lies shall be stopped unclean seven days I was the song of drunkards let them be blotted for it is the blood that makes an atonement for the soul my song in the night of whom a man is overcome and they possessed h...

"who's your dada?" -- good stuff, very funny The words compete to be next in the poem. There is limited demand, unlimited supply. They are had for almost nothing. The fierce competition allows the poet to literally let the words fight it out among themselves to deliver the best net value for the cos...

Thalia – object
of my hearty perfervid
unrequited love.

I said I loved you.
I meant it when I said it.
I know it by heart.

Carelessly spoken
Words change how you see your life.
I’m only teasing.

God knows you are a hothead. On the surface you seemed to have changed, but as you go to sleep you dream you are blowing up castles with tanks. It’s not strictly chance. Nor was it necessarily meant to be. You made up your mind to do it, and delivered her a fait accompli. Scrapbooking disasters, fig...

The night is a life born into dreams that grow and follow on another seeming to be related though they are from times and places so different in the universe only one dreamer could hold together episodes removed so in sequence the slow passing hours slip through sleep make room for them. The night i...

Beady patrician eyes set off by cream furry little muzzle, big paws to grow into, he is exploring the lawn with his mouth. What a noble silhouette, high on a hill, in the back yard! He stalks the older dog, launches a sortie against her flank, sustains a nip to snout. Undeterred, impetuous, imperiou...