by pbsartist | Jun 16, 2017 | Uncategorized
the brush strokes wrap themselves around my heart the tiny hands of them grasping my hair brushing my shoulder as I embrace and carry its newness, this paintings infant-love newness into the daylight. creation.
by pbsartist | Jun 16, 2017 | Uncategorized
I did not know there was too- too wide too strong too open. too trusting I thought the entire world wanted to see inside my flung-wide heart-doors and come inside. I did not know there are those in this world who would not come inside- or would come but only to knock...
by pbsartist | Jun 16, 2017 | Uncategorized
sometimes never enough the mere sound of it tickles against my cheek like a warm flutter of a kiss. this gentleness against my cheek this visceral sense of presence enough for this one more day savor...
by pbsartist | Jun 15, 2017 | Uncategorized
not us from life. have you thought of that? life is not here for us we are here for it. what have you to give? what precisely is the task which life constantly sets before you that is only you it is time to turn the tables on your...
by pbsartist | Jun 15, 2017 | Uncategorized
oh God what did you give me that a vision memory would burn so brightly that my eyes would spill and my heart swell to a point where this body cannot contain it? what am i God that You consider me enough to get...
