by pbsartist | Apr 14, 2019 | OPENstudio
the friend who surprisingly texts announcing good fortune unexpected yet hoped for the other who rings just as you consider not answering and shares the grief yet overlays the hope when screen reads ‘mom and dad’ and you sigh in the not right now moment...
by pbsartist | Apr 9, 2019 | OPENstudio
My backyard sings all long-day long. I hear it early, before the first birds twitter, even before the misaligned rooster, full of himself at any hour of day, crowing to the open sky as if Rapunzel in a golden-high turret tower. It’s nothing special-this yard-but it...
by pbsartist | Apr 7, 2019 | Uncategorized
I am returning now from my semi-solitude here in my home for seven weeks It’s been a rough reentry I could so easily become the person who works purely from the inside her own skin never venturing out to rub up against the anxieties tests and travails of connections...
by pbsartist | Apr 2, 2019 | OPENstudio
an umbrella a bridge walked under the ceiling a roof that person arms lifted rising next to me helmet even atop my head caressing my hair my scalp I can feel it there as if every hair were alight with the safety the protection the overarching height of everything...
by pbsartist | Mar 31, 2019 | OPENstudio
Altered plans It’s difficult to alter plans. I am not sure if it is stubbornness or perseverance which dominates the angst behind the alter. I leave St Walburg in a few hours. A call from my Louisville gallery has offered a nice out, outing, to take me away ahead of...
