by pbsartist | Aug 28, 2017 | Uncategorized
it is May in the southeast. smells are all around deep earth growing smells wet asphalt warming smells leaves and grass and sprouts shooting effort to be smells it is a time of bright tingling aliveness everything in me is right there right there painfully almost...
by pbsartist | Aug 23, 2017 | Uncategorized
‘There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me.’ C.S. Lewis Several times a year now the doors slam shut. Silence outside and immense, cacophonous chatter within. Productive. But in an entirely different way. There is no one else to touch....
by pbsartist | Aug 23, 2017 | Uncategorized
‘People are sewn into their skins for life and cannot alter any of the seams, at least not with their own hands.’ Kafka I’ve been searching through my data base of past lives my childhood teen years young adult new mother recently divorced...
by pbsartist | Aug 22, 2017 | Uncategorized
‘No one suspects the days to be Gods.’ What have we lost, because this is true? Who anymore starts the day on their knees in awe? Not obligatory praise but heart-expanding wonder that drops one to ones knees and nothing short of gratitudinal words,...
by pbsartist | Aug 22, 2017 | Uncategorized
reducing life to a simple need, properly understood in relation to one’s capacity at the moment~ I know my aim~ merton to set stone on stone, not for architecture, but for eternity. hope so bright I can almost see it. sarah manguso what if it is this very hope,...
