by pbsartist | Mar 15, 2020 | OPENstudio
The winter sun streams into the window low and bold whiting out the screen stealing the letters as I type I question again why I tap the keys and make the words it is something anymore akin to paint on board it can not leave my hands set deep in my DNA this need no...
by pbsartist | Mar 10, 2020 | OPENstudio
It came with age, as it so often does the realization that my body hardly matters anymore. It is part of the not being seen, yet seen all the same anew. The arms, the legs, the hands that have held so many dreams-my own and others-the eyes that have gotten to gaze...
by pbsartist | Mar 8, 2020 | OPENstudio
I heard David Whyte speak read poetry and share dialog and it has left me bereft of anxiety with his wisdom poetically dropped like snowflakes onto an open tongue he supposed that genius is simply the amalgamation of all that is within you all that is within each of...
by pbsartist | Mar 3, 2020 | OPENstudio
the unanswerable question what on earth am I doing here? I have answered it a million times and will again a million more no one day lived as the next or the last so that the question becomes renewed each day or maybe it is the answer? The question remains the same...
by pbsartist | Mar 1, 2020 | OPENstudio
Who is to say after all that we are here for something it is for those who believe such a thing who rise and get to work with a consciousness beyond the timeclock who put the task before them before them all the while not having a name for the what they are doing it...
