by pbsartist | Mar 22, 2020 | OPENstudio
how lovely life can be at noon no inhibitions there was no one to see and judge regardless there was nothing to judge Italian lunch I call it but anymore I don’t even bother with that my flowered china plate holding a small scoop of egg salad alongside my fresh...
by pbsartist | Mar 17, 2020 | OPENstudio
Have you considered that maybe just maybe it’s meant to be this way?Not the deaths, not the pain, not the sickness, not the heartache. -We have come so far from what’s meant to be. Life. Closer life- Slower life- Conscious life- Edge-of-seat, attentive,...
by pbsartist | Mar 15, 2020 | OPENstudio
The winter sun streams into the window low and bold whiting out the screen stealing the letters as I type I question again why I tap the keys and make the words it is something anymore akin to paint on board it can not leave my hands set deep in my DNA this need no...
by pbsartist | Mar 10, 2020 | OPENstudio
It came with age, as it so often does the realization that my body hardly matters anymore. It is part of the not being seen, yet seen all the same anew. The arms, the legs, the hands that have held so many dreams-my own and others-the eyes that have gotten to gaze...
by pbsartist | Mar 8, 2020 | OPENstudio
I heard David Whyte speak read poetry and share dialog and it has left me bereft of anxiety with his wisdom poetically dropped like snowflakes onto an open tongue he supposed that genius is simply the amalgamation of all that is within you all that is within each of...
by pbsartist | Mar 3, 2020 | OPENstudio
the unanswerable question what on earth am I doing here? I have answered it a million times and will again a million more no one day lived as the next or the last so that the question becomes renewed each day or maybe it is the answer? The question remains the same...
