by pbsartist | Aug 23, 2020 | OPENstudio
thanks for the nap seems an odd way to begin a psalm, especially one based on artistic expression but oh, the sight of the flowers growing in the beds with the arbor overall, bedecked in rich green foliage, draping the sunshine in shadows and cool oh, it was just...
by pbsartist | Aug 18, 2020 | OPENstudio
I must return to my cells my cell resonate resound with that which is there inside enclosed singing the unique song the sound my ears alone can hear. In this hidden place I can find myself more visibly human with that one word my name known to no one but myself and...
by pbsartist | Aug 16, 2020 | OPENstudio
I move along the passageway as if a storm’s great coming that first shows up in the wind and tumult of leaves across the pavement pushed me. No volition. No will of my own. The edge of the path begs me stop. Like a hand held to my chest, no more motion. She stands by...
by pbsartist | Aug 11, 2020 | OPENstudio
Wisdom derives from the word for taste. Taste and see we are told. this world, this life replete with flavor. each other, ourself, rich and hearty. Am I drinking my fill? Do I partake of the bounty before me? Is there silence, solitude, to see, to touch, to taste, as...
by pbsartist | Aug 9, 2020 | OPENstudio
I am again the homeless who averts her face shamed by my own exposure I give up asking once again for again there seems to be no answering. The one passing by as I wail in this storm of living just now At last again it seems again and again You cannot not come again....
