by pbsartist | Nov 3, 2025 | OPENstudio
keeping open the slot in the wall the wind cuts a sharp knife on reality right through the crest of my shallowed hands under the skin of my shell these bones ache for something more real they say this is it this world the truth we are living in this level of depth the...
by pbsartist | Nov 1, 2025 | OPENstudio
it has been said that the world outside lives inside as well our cells reflect the universe this could explain the anxiety of my system as the world seems to burn
by pbsartist | Oct 28, 2025 | OPENstudio
the air began to do more than offer itself to the daylight the trickle down my back told me it was time to step away I’d chosen this task and I intended to finish what I’d started funny how a great idea becomes a labor and only after time can show itself...
by pbsartist | Oct 26, 2025 | OPENstudio
a day dreaming the world then again asking to be seen an invitation to grasp life with both hands I place a call written in my hand across a pale indigo page to not disappoint myself the touch of cerulean sky that version ...
by pbsartist | Oct 24, 2025 | OPENstudio
the world can sometimes take my breath away I’d forgotten this 58 years on and things seems to be balanced on provision and enough yet today walking the dog a rote route we both memorized long ago instead of listening with buds popping I saw the yellow finches...
