Mike Kuchar

Like all Men, he struggles against his nature.

Looking for "Mr. Right" in all the wrong places makes for a tragic comedy.

Be careful when you go out into the surf in a skimpy thong... the current can be treacherous and turbulent as is the human heart!

A bunch of Punk Rockers puke up all sorts of stuff.

Two strippers decide a walk in the park might lift their spirits, which do get a big boost when they contemplate a park monument dedicated to sailors in this audacious, “beefy” romp.

Armed with an overripe script and ample supply of false eyelashes and lip gloss.

Paint drips and body fluids ooze in this "tell all" and "hide nothing" documentary about two San Francisco males.

Commissioned to be a "promo" for a loud punk rock band, Mr. Kuchar feared that the noise the band made would spoil the mood of his visuals, so he used the sound of a lush orchestra to ...

A rhythmic flow of image with sound, weaving a mood suspended in time.

His love of Heaven's virtues could not prevent a hunger for God's enticing creatures.

He felt both dead and alive... having 'died' and having come back to the space of his 'living.'

"...Roy has set in and spread across the fabric of their lives."

"No man can stay in bed forever...He must rise up; up the steep steps of perfection."

"...Talking to Oneself in the mirror when down in the 'mental dumps.'"

"...will somebody lend him their sins, because his old worn out ones have become tiresome."

He made some 'love'....where has it all gone? --Mike Kuchar

"Devils"..."Angels," when they sleep they dream not of Heaven, but of us. —Mike Kuchar

...It was time to chase One's shadow back into sunlight. -Mike Kuchar

"...Deep in the garden of the Artist's heart, ghosts of bygone worlds arise on gothic wings, calling forth delicious languors."

A 'poet' and a 'painter' discover a malign muse, but their fear and anger keep them young.

Something lies yet unwritten within a poet who lost that 'spark' of having been born brand new onto a sacred stage.

...What once was for him "real," is now but a "dream," --for the day comes when we find ourselves stranded with memories.

A kiss can be devine or demonic. A kiss can change your life...alter it.

There is a garden in the dark hunger of his psyche where forbidden fruit grows.