by pbsartist | Dec 19, 2025 | OPENstudio
seize the day when this becomes a reality again again again seize the day a mantra a blessing a hope carrying toward a never ending horizon seize the day
by pbsartist | Dec 17, 2025 | OPENstudio
how many times can I turn away avert my eyes as if I didn’t see and still check my footfall only to see the road before me still glitters wide and long as I take my next step
by pbsartist | Dec 15, 2025 | OPENstudio
this upon hearing of the death of Fran Sorber I have a preternatural curiosity born of shared history had it not become so I would never know of her passing years or daily trials or monthly blessings but because of a gun a choice is made that can’t be unmade I...
by pbsartist | Dec 13, 2025 | OPENstudio
The weight is of something but nothing I can name a brick held a balast moored no a stone swallowed and held between the splayed bones of my hips pressing down the earth causing each step to land heavy as if a block of stone clump clump clump along the passageway two...
by pbsartist | Dec 11, 2025 | OPENstudio
I ask myself when speaking to the fragile bird hopping across the dense packed snow and the expanse of swaying branches outside the picture window does it matter that I do not go out for when I do if I listen as prescribed I do not want to anymore what I can hold in...
