by pbsartist | Jun 26, 2018 | OPENstudio
yet there is nothing that seems to have passed no loss I can recollect going through recently it feels as if a bow, tightly knotted, gradually loosening over days or months finally unfurled the intertwining strings and each casting away in their opposite...
by pbsartist | Jun 24, 2018 | OPENstudio
around and between the edges of the troubles there is the life if we let ourselves see and feel and really know what we know deep down that it is not about what the newsman would have us think it desolation and drama and heartache and loss it is not even what we...
by pbsartist | Jun 19, 2018 | OPENstudio
The moon’s winking as I raise the shade my eyes blink to the morning darkness awake to the sense of newness even in this one simple morning not unlike any other and yet the sweetness there with the blinking moon out my window would have me believe...
by pbsartist | Jun 16, 2018 | Uncategorized
Not outside my union as one might be wont to infer but deeper into this reign of two where the freedom to love has wings and spurs and turns me not to many a lover to explore the body’s bounds but to one who uses the gentle intuitive signal and most precise...
by pbsartist | Jun 12, 2018 | Uncategorized
the click of her needing-to-be-trimmed nails another task to add to the list echoes across the flooring. floor needs insulating. she’s just stretched, eaten a nibble, clawed lazily at her litter box and now ambles back to her snug oasis under our bed. I...
