by pbsartist | Nov 5, 2019 | OPENstudio
to destroy a sound with a word. kahlil gibran No Gibran, not a sound with word a word with sound. The hum that rises or descends upon a word that is read, seen with a chill, a quiver, a vibration it carries life held gently, silently, preciously. Sometimes, more often...
by pbsartist | Nov 3, 2019 | OPENstudio
I am filled my middle expanding out not like a balloon but filled just the same decorated as I am with words of empty meaning bedecked by your skills at masking reality my core my heart my gut my body covered as if you think that is all it would take beware be aware...
by pbsartist | Oct 29, 2019 | OPENstudio
I think into why I am here There are so many reasons deep reasons shallow reasons reasons I do not even let myself know. Life happens doesn’t it Why do we insufficient humans we are get to live so wide open and alive My God What you trust us with… my god insufficient...
by pbsartist | Oct 27, 2019 | OPENstudio
purring there like a kitten you would have me remain under the pressure of your petting hand on my neck the claws you let remain looking to all the world like a great humanitarian and the teeth in the small jaw you do not fear but there is your undoing you remain in...
by pbsartist | Oct 22, 2019 | OPENstudio
less to say and more to listen to life really is of this nature. I have been told this, or something of it for years. I have heard this story spoken many times yet not taken it in in just the right way. Yet here I am today, typing words on a page, feeling the...
by pbsartist | Oct 20, 2019 | OPENstudio
I sense I have lost the ability to feel pleased and must relearn slowly for speed rarely begets the best of effect and to take things this thing most especially slowly will be my reward I sense it but so much sense has been lost to me like boiling a frog slowly I have...
