by pbsartist | Dec 29, 2020 | OPENstudio
The spaghetti set cemented to the bottom of the pot left as it was forgotten, the water long absorbed boiled off becoming the stringed brick of last nights best efforts. I’d love to tell you it was forgotten amidst the passions of our togetherness that the red...
by pbsartist | Dec 22, 2020 | OPENstudio
keep pace with love in this world anymore it seems to be running behind with us left struggling for breath. I’ve heard it said that if I will just let it love will sweep me off my feet I will find myself sailing. Were that this were true I would climb into the...
by pbsartist | Dec 19, 2020 | OPENstudio
Give me wisdom I ask again or love, or courage. I will take strength even the ordinary type that allows me to rise and stand on two feet. Years more of abundance would be grand or go ahead and do what you must if it is hunger, famine, loss, and deprivation. Move me...
by pbsartist | Dec 15, 2020 | OPENstudio
across my lap, pen in hand, fingers curled around mug handle turned haphazardly ready to spill my eyes gazed out at the screen playing my hope across my vision
by pbsartist | Dec 8, 2020 | OPENstudio
How to sweeten my tea a touch of sugar for some others a lump or a spoonful or two for me though even though I find myself here in the south I still take it as I’d like to think it came with me from the west with a squeeze of honey, raw, straight from the belly...
