by pbsartist | Dec 15, 2020 | OPENstudio
across my lap, pen in hand, fingers curled around mug handle turned haphazardly ready to spill my eyes gazed out at the screen playing my hope across my vision
by pbsartist | Dec 8, 2020 | OPENstudio
How to sweeten my tea a touch of sugar for some others a lump or a spoonful or two for me though even though I find myself here in the south I still take it as I’d like to think it came with me from the west with a squeeze of honey, raw, straight from the belly...
by pbsartist | Dec 6, 2020 | OPENstudio
I listen to the stones of these walls. It has been instructed that they are trying to speak my name. I listen. I listen day and night. I listen while wrapped in a book deep in my center, and plunging fingertips into soft, molding paint. I listen to these stones of...
by pbsartist | Dec 1, 2020 | OPENstudio
Maybe I can turn my life upside down and learn to feel again I could lie in the dewed grass field and sense nothing other than my own being lying in the dewed grass Maybe I can look into the skies from the top of the swing letting the taught ropes hold me assuredly...
by pbsartist | Nov 29, 2020 | OPENstudio
My birthday coming soon; Is that what is up? I am rebirthing. 54 years after that first day; my body, mind, spirit, are again in the process of contraction. The force that forced me from my original home is at work once again, pushing me, compressing me, squeezing me...
by pbsartist | Nov 24, 2020 | OPENstudio
Ron Padgett said this in his Now You See It poem from back when (not all that long ago really, but everything feels long ago any more) back when before the change before the virus ran rampant across a country and then a globe who knows, maybe across a universe we are...
