by pbsartist | Jan 21, 2020 | OPENstudio
Thoreau lamented from his ponderous pond-side we do not fill all our pores with our blood oh woh that the man felt half a man an arm a leg even if only the smallest toe that blood left him lame. Woh that such a man as this living history we see in hindsight woh that I...
by pbsartist | Jan 19, 2020 | OPENstudio
I tossed the final bit yesterday the site reading of offering gone today I clear the studio of anything necessary in the support of multitudes tomorrow I look for new homes for the under-bed and closet-corner-stuffed extra essentials and that should be that the...
by pbsartist | Jan 14, 2020 | OPENstudio
‘we thirst at first’ writes Emily Dickinson for sure this is true for without the parched paper tongue stuck against the dry-bone teeth clenched as they sometimes can be against opening up to the filling without this tongue-stuck mouth as a place to move...
by pbsartist | Jan 12, 2020 | OPENstudio
Sometimes I write long and sometimes I write short or is it tall and short or are both the opposite of short long and tall no matter I mean long and short here I write words that erupt into long essays or poems across pages and other times a simple three line verse is...
by pbsartist | Jan 7, 2020 | OPENstudio
how crazy is it to try to be yourself when if honest you can see that self is the your image you are trying to live up to which you’ve only projected as if in the minds of others. destroy the image and you are left with an essence one I have found, is quite...
