by pbsartist | Dec 22, 2020 | OPENstudio
keep pace with love in this world anymore it seems to be running behind with us left struggling for breath. I’ve heard it said that if I will just let it love will sweep me off my feet I will find myself sailing. Were that this were true I would climb into the...
by pbsartist | Dec 19, 2020 | OPENstudio
Give me wisdom I ask again or love, or courage. I will take strength even the ordinary type that allows me to rise and stand on two feet. Years more of abundance would be grand or go ahead and do what you must if it is hunger, famine, loss, and deprivation. Move me...
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...
