by pbsartist | Aug 16, 2020 | OPENstudio
I move along the passageway as if a storm’s great coming that first shows up in the wind and tumult of leaves across the pavement pushed me. No volition. No will of my own. The edge of the path begs me stop. Like a hand held to my chest, no more motion. She stands by...
by pbsartist | Aug 11, 2020 | OPENstudio
Wisdom derives from the word for taste. Taste and see we are told. this world, this life replete with flavor. each other, ourself, rich and hearty. Am I drinking my fill? Do I partake of the bounty before me? Is there silence, solitude, to see, to touch, to taste, as...
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...
