by pbsartist | Sep 28, 2022 | OPENstudio
the permanence of a thing the iron frog on the wood painted shelf of no regard yet holding a space there beside the yellowing daisies
by pbsartist | Sep 26, 2022 | OPENstudio
no more 9 months rain chill delicious break of 90 days fleeting wild blackberry vines never tamed evergreen lushly perpetuate against grey lexington he said is a simply six hour drive boys would be happy to visit have visits sold we packed up little belongings took...
by pbsartist | Sep 24, 2022 | OPENstudio
to sit before computer screen type words into lines into paragraphs into chapters wonder at life in my head as focus shifts eyes clear to the room around me but I must seal gutters water gardens prune roses stake beans weed raspberry beds sweep dead grass from...
by pbsartist | Sep 22, 2022 | OPENstudio
as it does every wednesday at 10am yet takes me by surprise 7 years I have heard it from this same vantage still my nerves tell my ears to listen hard for the second before I realize it is wednesday at 10am in lexington...
by pbsartist | Sep 20, 2022 | OPENstudio
no thing takes precedence except maybe turning the hose handle as it makes that low squeal of water come through the pipes and that small leak warm water on my hand letting gentle drops of pressurized dew spill over edges of petunias and lilacs geraniums and...
by pbsartist | Sep 18, 2022 | OPENstudio
with words tumbling through their heads as they rise and make the morning coffee is it french press or drip pour over or a shot do poets ascribe to a certain blend agreed upon in the ethers of their mental causeways because by nature poets are interior creatures for...
