by pbsartist | Aug 9, 2020 | OPENstudio
I am again the homeless who averts her face shamed by my own exposure I give up asking once again for again there seems to be no answering. The one passing by as I wail in this storm of living just now At last again it seems again and again You cannot not come again....
by pbsartist | Aug 4, 2020 | OPENstudio
This is my life. I am awake, and breathing, and listening with all that I have. This is sinking into the root. This is perhaps might I query, living in its realest form. This is life as it is and meant for me.
by pbsartist | Aug 2, 2020 | OPENstudio
an act of cosmic creativity. The moon The stars The branch off the tree hanging with just the right weight as to not tear and fall The flowers bud poking through winters grey My brush, swept across the morning canvas in frustration, in duty, in commitment, in resolve...
by pbsartist | Jul 28, 2020 | OPENstudio
So this day too is another day. One more of time that began with that first step into this place and yet began so long before this too. When I was yet just a seed, an idea. Before this place was anything other than soil on the limestone layers and trees jutting up...
by pbsartist | Jul 26, 2020 | OPENstudio
devolving into passivity and depression I’ve let it happen again and called it winter. There is no place outside myself for which this turning is to blame. I am warrior, meant to carry a torch, an arrow, my quiver full still, Into the next generation. I will live my...
by pbsartist | Jul 21, 2020 | OPENstudio
With the eyes of my soul wide open (merton) I stand eager at the threshold. What is to come no one can know and yet there is the voice that voice. the whisper behind my ears and tucked into my heart. There is the voice, do you hear it? There. It is...
