by pbsartist | Jul 25, 2026 | OPENstudio
sometimes there is nothing or is there birdsong againswish of tire againshake and tap of dog againdistant clink of neighbor’s screendoor light touch of cloth on chest slight hint of daybreak again
by pbsartist | Jul 23, 2026 | OPENstudio
A book passed byrecentlyon its way to being forgottenI stopped it in its tracksasked what it had come forand learned a way into the mists of futurenot otherwise discerned
by pbsartist | Jul 21, 2026 | OPENstudio
up north for a day the journey did not take longI have remembering of when it was adventure the hum of the roadthe challenge of the directionsthe delight in the rest stop it wasalways duty boundmy jobmy waymy creation into the world it is still this a...
by pbsartist | Jul 19, 2026 | OPENstudio
it is early here for the birdsongfor the sunlightfor the touch of warmth on the curled ends of poppies and hound’s tail she misses me but I no longer know what that meansnor I think does sheit is what we say like I love you or how is the...
by pbsartist | Jul 17, 2026 | OPENstudio
the economy of beauty it costs you nothing to see itthough for some this alone is too high a pricethe colors on the roadways after a stormthe last light before the sky goes darkthe small bright bud newly unfurled in the morning glowwhat would you barter to have more...
