by pbsartist | Oct 28, 2018 | OPENstudio
a small desk facing south as the sun rises and meters across the sky out the edge of the window top warming the top of my head and allowing in just for the hour or so it is there in that frame my mind to alight this Sunday morning to the possibility that despite...
by pbsartist | Oct 23, 2018 | OPENstudio
I cling. Accusing myself as I do to things dried up but the question remains to what and how has drying occurred? The day I turned around and saw over my shoulder myself sabotaging the very thing I’d given life so preciously to that day that day opened my eyes...
by pbsartist | Oct 21, 2018 | OPENstudio
because the one we’re in is just right now if we’re lucky but then without social media or a selfie or a blog post reliving it it rises up tonight as I sit with zinfandel in front of the street-glossed window or tomorrow when my dew-tinted sneakers...
by pbsartist | Oct 16, 2018 | OPENstudio
He poets himself just fine I know but all the same when I read his essay just now it became in me a lyric swing-verse trailing over the threshold out the back door down the steps into the gardens where I let my feet take over where my spirit alight. My heart admits...
by pbsartist | Oct 14, 2018 | OPENstudio
Lucia Perillo uses words that conjure images combined is such a way that turn me into a self I have only yet secretly dreamt of being able to be way deep on the inside of me I don’t know how many births it takes to get reborn as not the flower but the scent oh...
by pbsartist | Oct 9, 2018 | OPENstudio
not because there are no shoes plenty lie here in the closets hallways by the many doorways ready to go out left as we came in. forced to go barefoot and refind the touch of my self on the surface of the world.
