by pbsartist | Mar 30, 2021 | OPENstudio
the passion behind these silences — all the invention turns to one end: the fertilizing of the moment, so that there may be more life. Muriel Rukeyser Great Divine, are you true? If I put on Light like my jacket, zipped tight and worn like a uniform telling the world...
by pbsartist | Mar 28, 2021 | OPENstudio
By what authority? Spoken with immense conviction one assumes. Yet I was not there, looking through those eyes, seeing the challenge being faced and trusting the proclamation regardless of consequences. I stand in my own shoes eyes clear enough and when called...
by pbsartist | Mar 28, 2021 | OPENstudio
Look at me! Alive! Today! That girl has died the one there shortened by her mother’s disappointed expectations stretched out by the notions of what others desire I have carried her on my back so many years now and today I wake and look at me! Look at me! I am...
by pbsartist | Mar 23, 2021 | OPENstudio
Flitting and spinning falling but not landing hard picked up by a breeze seeming to float before again flitting and spinning falling but not hitting hard it does not know that it is a small delicate thing it falls there through the air taken with its own extraordinary...
by pbsartist | Mar 16, 2021 | OPENstudio
the way a squirrel flitted atop the topmost roof top shook down on my floors the dust of decades from their ancestor inhabitants decades and decades gone by has given my melliferous a change of mood some part of a day I had...
