by pbsartist | Feb 6, 2018 | Uncategorized
Not to these days of socks fallen down fluffy down on legs of swinging too high on the plastic seat not knowing too high was a thing where tin-can telephones sound like the voice in your head and we could I want to believe laugh until the air around us bent. Not to...
by pbsartist | Feb 4, 2018 | OPENstudio
We each laid, side by side, touching not just each other but ourselves and the tools in our hands as well It was in this connection, this touch to me, to you, to the preciousness each of us held in our hands, precious because they beget completion of our whole, the...
by pbsartist | Jan 30, 2018 | pbsartist, Uncategorized
Do what you say, then do it again, even better. We need your dreams, but we also need your deeds. Seth Godin I hold myself in the deeds side of living these doings come from my dreams for sure but rarely spend time percolating there, steeping and becoming aromatic....
by pbsartist | Jan 28, 2018 | Uncategorized
some days it seems as if the very air is drugged i move like a cotton ball through molasses thick stuck pressed in unrecognizable there is nothing sensicle and certainly nothing beyond the just moment yet alas another day comes i recover i
by pbsartist | Jan 23, 2018 | OPENstudio
the noises can still startle me three years here in these walls. creaks and groans. welcome pains. new feet step where generations have run topple giggle tumble one after another through 138 years these old Victorian walls. I can feel them the years of living this...
