by pbsartist | Jul 8, 2018 | OPENstudio
I’ve lost the vivacity of the dream the crystal aliveness of its glitter that happens so clearly in the first blush of going after a new discovery and traveling with it where it needs to go and where it wants to take you it’s not to say I have lost it but...
by pbsartist | Jul 3, 2018 | OPENstudio
There are no words I know of simple enough to describe such a thing not in my native English but perhaps an Eastern language has the phrase the collection of characters to tell of the wonder of waking to the sense of breath deeply drawn and gently exhaled in the walls...
by pbsartist | Jul 1, 2018 | OPENstudio
I spoke with my favorite farmer him telling me how as he packed my eggs and garlic scapes protectively into a sack allowing me unbroken or bruised carriage nestled onto the rack of my bicycle just this morning as he walked to the barns at 4am how overhead he heard a...
by pbsartist | Jun 26, 2018 | OPENstudio
yet there is nothing that seems to have passed no loss I can recollect going through recently it feels as if a bow, tightly knotted, gradually loosening over days or months finally unfurled the intertwining strings and each casting away in their opposite...
by pbsartist | Jun 24, 2018 | OPENstudio
around and between the edges of the troubles there is the life if we let ourselves see and feel and really know what we know deep down that it is not about what the newsman would have us think it desolation and drama and heartache and loss it is not even what we...
by pbsartist | Jun 19, 2018 | OPENstudio
The moon’s winking as I raise the shade my eyes blink to the morning darkness awake to the sense of newness even in this one simple morning not unlike any other and yet the sweetness there with the blinking moon out my window would have me believe...
