by pbsartist | May 13, 2018 | OPENstudio
It hung there hooked a smallest of sliver I expect we wont see tomorrow for its gobbled up by the sky but today we got it early just the two of us side by side in the driveway 7am gazing into the cool morning air and catching that moments glimpse of its delight paired...
by pbsartist | May 8, 2018 | OPENstudio
Like a man stopped in the first step up his porch, watching. Like the space just after you turn the key to off, before you unlatch your seatbelt, as you hear only the absence of engine rush and only tick of cooling. Like the toes gentle on the stairwell taught...
by pbsartist | May 6, 2018 | OPENstudio
You may have to squeeze places until they yield something, anything. Anatole Broyard I walk my land really just a yard well a yard plus one and a yard in the city at that not land as one would conjure in ones mind to hear say such a phrase but when I think of it and...
by pbsartist | May 1, 2018 | OPENstudio
Chew your way into a new world. Munch leaves. Molt. Rest. Molt again. Self-reinvention is everything. I give up on myself every other day it seems on visions on dreams on believing in power to do anything in this one life of mine put me to work on...
by pbsartist | Apr 29, 2018 | OPENstudio
There it is again that first step that trips me up every time first its just one then I’m there behind the half-open door trying to behave as if it’s nothing more than just this once and down it goes one more bit with nuts to boot and another seasalt...
by pbsartist | Apr 24, 2018 | OPENstudio
there is a numinous quality to the air and atmosphere that descends like a skittish cardinal quickly alight the moment it catches my eye seeing it descends nonetheless and returns again calling my home its home/ like that cardinal I can come to count on it descending...
