by pbsartist | Oct 16, 2018 | OPENstudio
He poets himself just fine I know but all the same when I read his essay just now it became in me a lyric swing-verse trailing over the threshold out the back door down the steps into the gardens where I let my feet take over where my spirit alight. My heart admits...
by pbsartist | Oct 14, 2018 | OPENstudio
Lucia Perillo uses words that conjure images combined is such a way that turn me into a self I have only yet secretly dreamt of being able to be way deep on the inside of me I don’t know how many births it takes to get reborn as not the flower but the scent oh...
by pbsartist | Oct 9, 2018 | OPENstudio
not because there are no shoes plenty lie here in the closets hallways by the many doorways ready to go out left as we came in. forced to go barefoot and refind the touch of my self on the surface of the world.
by pbsartist | Oct 7, 2018 | OPENstudio
found I’ve been not I found but I am found by none other than what I love it seems trite like not real enough to be the real thing like something I already love can’t possible be the answer the solution the discovery the thing that is the thing that will...
by pbsartist | Oct 2, 2018 | OPENstudio
at 4am is only this world. and yet, and yet…
