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...
by pbsartist | Apr 2, 2019 | OPENstudio
an umbrella a bridge walked under the ceiling a roof that person arms lifted rising next to me helmet even atop my head caressing my hair my scalp I can feel it there as if every hair were alight with the safety the protection the overarching height of everything...
by pbsartist | Mar 31, 2019 | OPENstudio
Altered plans It’s difficult to alter plans. I am not sure if it is stubbornness or perseverance which dominates the angst behind the alter. I leave St Walburg in a few hours. A call from my Louisville gallery has offered a nice out, outing, to take me away ahead of...
by pbsartist | Mar 30, 2019 | OPENstudio
One’s capacity at the moment. A line of cars-so many SUVs in one place!-surround my hideaway. Being the only pilgrim squirreled away in the monastery guest house I suspect that all these mothers, fathers, caregivers, doing the carpool lane for the school have no...
by pbsartist | Mar 29, 2019 | OPENstudio
Taking flight~ The feelings that make us want to run away are buried treasure, full of energy and inspiration if we are willing to look. Madisyn Taylor I’m at St Walburg Monastery this morning. Writing from a corner desk in my corner room in this three-story house;...
