by pbsartist | Dec 27, 2022 | OPENstudio
America is a child despite its appearances at world summit tables strewn with diplomats and domination plans it can be rolled up from New York to LA carried away to the stolid places in history unruffled by times transgressions.
by pbsartist | Dec 25, 2022 | OPENstudio
I was something broken tossed away the tumbling forces would not let me drown but rather tumbled me amongst the waves and sand time turned into treasure
by pbsartist | Dec 23, 2022 | OPENstudio
mental chatter emotional dissonance or is it reverse? all for looking this faulty loop of humanity untwist from it today a beautiful day the wren there on the window ledge singing a prance and skirting off to home
by pbsartist | Dec 21, 2022 | OPENstudio
contented? the rooftops angle and pitch all different colors of siding ancient and renewed rain plinks then departs a mirage on the hot asphalt small swirls of cigarette butts refuse a plastic bag skutters along neighboring mower drone I sit and see it all small tears...
by pbsartist | Dec 19, 2022 | OPENstudio
locking it up and closing the door this tells the time antique man across the street a metronome to the rhythm of the day his ambling walk growing closer to the ground this is part of a story 7 years, one place.
by pbsartist | Dec 17, 2022 | OPENstudio
sitting for 20 minutes in one place have you realized maples when the leaves are full in summer and a good wind blows warning of a storm their undersides turn upwards silver telling a whole other story.
