by pbsartist | May 5, 2020 | OPENstudio
He said christmas eve and I heard only capricorn a well fitted friend to my son, the pisces full of fluid energy, not always able to stand ground and rest in himself. Unlike his father of the same sign this not-blood companion would offer this fish a place to land not...
by pbsartist | May 3, 2020 | OPENstudio
Linger in this place which is not only safe, but free as well. In and among the inhabitants of the inward home where you have no enemies, and when an invasion occurs, teasing to show up as such, realize they turn into friends or are turned out. Everything in this...
by pbsartist | Apr 28, 2020 | OPENstudio
Poetry is telling the truth so here are some truths I know: The sun is brilliant and gives life. The moon is gentle warmth and leads me into myself in ways nothing else can. When I was a child I thought I was different when I am old I will be alone When I am here I...
by pbsartist | Apr 26, 2020 | OPENstudio
the same trash truck humming into the previous poem is here in this one as well men for they are all men squealing brakes one house the next then another line of cars patiently waiting watching taking this snail movement down my street as opportunity to check their...
by pbsartist | Apr 21, 2020 | OPENstudio
Let us pick up the stones which we’ve been taught to hurl at each other- piled in front of us a fortress against- Against building a wall of impenetrable fragility Pick these up instead of creating this wall what of a bridge it is time Babel is now The tower that fell...
