by pbsartist | Oct 12, 2025 | OPENstudio
the aloness one thinks it will be lovelya gift of peace solitudeafter so much constant crawlbut when it arrives and there is no replacementit seems ratheralone
by pbsartist | Oct 10, 2025 | OPENstudio
we pour so much into it hopea fervent whispering plea as if a wish alone could set us free it’s taken me ages decades to seeit is trust with feet forward that let’s hope rest at the heart tucked into a corner settled where it’s meant...
by pbsartist | Oct 8, 2025 | OPENstudio
not an unknown place this as the deep sea the edge of space the vast unknowns humans conjure what do we truly grasp?here today I stand halfway to where I began so many years ago a childstill wonder strikes...
by pbsartist | Oct 6, 2025 | OPENstudio
sleeping deeply or so I thoughtyet creeping through the cottoned easea sharp crackin the night a mundane daytime sound becomes a world enshrouded in attention I remember where I amatop this mountain surrounded by the family of aspen by rocky...
by pbsartist | Oct 4, 2025 | OPENstudio
when wonder comes home roosts in the rooftop just over your bed you hear the morning call for food sunrise its nourishment the small bud of its mouth peeking over the edge of the nest by midsummer you know it will have begun to dismember sticks and bits of fluff so...
by pbsartist | Oct 2, 2025 | OPENstudio
the impossible will take a little while we of flesh and blood who wound and heal no matter the avoidances we employ otherwise must persevere as our only hope realizing this is a gift that holds all along in the wrinkles and scars these both sides of...
