by pbsartist | Jan 28, 2020 | OPENstudio
we are told the stream will take us home go with the flow and the flow will go with us where it is that God, Christ, Spirit lead it is the course, this coursing the stream through my blood the waters crash against my bones the silent surf reflected upon the mirror of...
by pbsartist | Jan 26, 2020 | OPENstudio
I have met the soul walking upon my path not the soul walking but me walking and coming upon the soul on my path it was always there some argue but I for one know with certainty that this is not so it has been only in my setting off in the trekking out to places...
by pbsartist | Jan 21, 2020 | OPENstudio
Thoreau lamented from his ponderous pond-side we do not fill all our pores with our blood oh woh that the man felt half a man an arm a leg even if only the smallest toe that blood left him lame. Woh that such a man as this living history we see in hindsight woh that I...
by pbsartist | Jan 19, 2020 | OPENstudio
I tossed the final bit yesterday the site reading of offering gone today I clear the studio of anything necessary in the support of multitudes tomorrow I look for new homes for the under-bed and closet-corner-stuffed extra essentials and that should be that the...
by pbsartist | Jan 14, 2020 | OPENstudio
‘we thirst at first’ writes Emily Dickinson for sure this is true for without the parched paper tongue stuck against the dry-bone teeth clenched as they sometimes can be against opening up to the filling without this tongue-stuck mouth as a place to move...
by pbsartist | Jan 12, 2020 | OPENstudio
Sometimes I write long and sometimes I write short or is it tall and short or are both the opposite of short long and tall no matter I mean long and short here I write words that erupt into long essays or poems across pages and other times a simple three line verse is...
