by pbsartist | Apr 6, 2021 | OPENstudio
It is not what it was 30 years ago. Hips not yet fleshed out spread four times for four nor the breasts drafted like a tap handle pulling the favorite on Friday nights the lines speak to the years and the spots to the life Not one a wasted imprint and yet how little I...
by pbsartist | Apr 4, 2021 | OPENstudio
what does one do when one steps away from the limelight that is their own life the one that shone on them and let them feel vital alive necessary it has been to step away sure yet no one has come to see where you’ve gone no one stands by the sideline waiting for...
by pbsartist | Mar 30, 2021 | OPENstudio
the passion behind these silences — all the invention turns to one end: the fertilizing of the moment, so that there may be more life. Muriel Rukeyser Great Divine, are you true? If I put on Light like my jacket, zipped tight and worn like a uniform telling the world...
by pbsartist | Mar 28, 2021 | OPENstudio
By what authority? Spoken with immense conviction one assumes. Yet I was not there, looking through those eyes, seeing the challenge being faced and trusting the proclamation regardless of consequences. I stand in my own shoes eyes clear enough and when called...
by pbsartist | Mar 28, 2021 | OPENstudio
Look at me! Alive! Today! That girl has died the one there shortened by her mother’s disappointed expectations stretched out by the notions of what others desire I have carried her on my back so many years now and today I wake and look at me! Look at me! I am...
by pbsartist | Mar 23, 2021 | OPENstudio
Flitting and spinning falling but not landing hard picked up by a breeze seeming to float before again flitting and spinning falling but not hitting hard it does not know that it is a small delicate thing it falls there through the air taken with its own extraordinary...
