by pbsartist | Apr 28, 2019 | OPENstudio
awakening to the morning two days home from dislodgment yet not judging it though a seemingly negative word not judging awakening as I am this two day morning rising to the sun settling into the sky behind clouds bedecked in coming-storm-color I do not fear there will...
by pbsartist | Apr 23, 2019 | OPENstudio
Spring ripens like the words still in your mouth the world offers itself to your imagination calls to you over and over announcing your place. Like a sunset north country, late April just sprung over a lake still crystal pink glistening the surprise of small bud...
by pbsartist | Apr 21, 2019 | OPENstudio
get rid of the excess marble that surrounds God’s creation you are meant to break free to rise to conquer where there is no war aside from the formidable stories build up inside the walls of your mind they are real more real than the lamp on the bedside table...
by pbsartist | Apr 16, 2019 | OPENstudio
it was a no place and a no thing even a no body that had me tied up and tangled for days tight stilled and silent doing barely what the day demanded and being barely the shallowest version of myself i could see it and yet was ill-equipped to do anything to change it...
by pbsartist | Apr 14, 2019 | OPENstudio
the friend who surprisingly texts announcing good fortune unexpected yet hoped for the other who rings just as you consider not answering and shares the grief yet overlays the hope when screen reads ‘mom and dad’ and you sigh in the not right now moment...
by pbsartist | Apr 9, 2019 | OPENstudio
My backyard sings all long-day long. I hear it early, before the first birds twitter, even before the misaligned rooster, full of himself at any hour of day, crowing to the open sky as if Rapunzel in a golden-high turret tower. It’s nothing special-this yard-but it...
