by pbsartist | Sep 27, 2020 | OPENstudio
I rose again, not that I thought I wouldn’t. I am not of an age too aged to do so, after all. I rose. I rise. I get up two feel on the floor, slip into slippers, head to the coffee. I rise. This day, this solstice day, I rise. The sun it too, coming, will do so. The...
by pbsartist | Sep 22, 2020 | OPENstudio
what do we default to to protect ourselves? when the darker hours of afternoon settle in to tell you to take a nap take a break take off take what is there underneath that reckons us to the place in the world waiting for our...
by pbsartist | Sep 20, 2020 | OPENstudio
I’m still the one here kneeling before you on my so green front lawn pretending piety as if a nun prostrate before the king to whom she was committing her life. I too, here, feel as if still this child playing at adult life, that child, forming the future for herself...
by pbsartist | Sep 15, 2020 | OPENstudio
Why not be totally changed into fire? Why not reenter the life that was put on the shelf full of heat and light? Why not pull the door shut behind me and flame strong into the morning breaking?
by pbsartist | Sep 13, 2020 | OPENstudio
bound up in the web of life give me an ear and I will give you a voice. You called me Tricia from the beginning yet I in my innocence, in my ignorance, Named myself Over and over You sat on the sideline always cheering, always present, ignored yet no worse for the...
