by pbsartist | Apr 13, 2021 | OPENstudio
I caught a glint bouncing off the refrigerator door amassed as it was with fingerprints and yesterdays many There’s nothing to eat! I caught it’s reflection from my side eye glance as I did in the early morning rising I prize I decided to see if it would...
by pbsartist | Apr 11, 2021 | OPENstudio
I am I am I am A thread of divine enmeshed in flesh and bone gifted with talents and skills to share and manifest more of this divinity God. What if this were true? ____________________________________________________________ There are days in which I lose sight of...
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...
