by pbsartist | Mar 27, 2018 | OPENstudio
that morning darkness that is not about the coming rising sun but of course there is always that too. is it about the dark that always holds something precious and rich, before the sun ever arrives~
by pbsartist | Mar 25, 2018 | OPENstudio
ah it’s not what you think like a great sit down prop my feet up take a snooze rest or not even a grab a book and sit quietly indulgently taking it in it’s not even a stare out the window pause for a wee bit and let my mind wander no this rest is in the...
by pbsartist | Mar 20, 2018 | OPENstudio
my breath came shallow broken as it was through the crack in my heart I’d done it again you see mistakenly carried on about the discovery of my own fearlessness when all he was asking for was a little drop of personal...
by pbsartist | Mar 18, 2018 | OPENstudio
It happens in that minute before official sunrise in the air that is almost spring but yet has winter living in it for a few more weeks with the sky high and unclouded and the rain due not for today a star flicks one last time and the edges of the tops of the houses...
by pbsartist | Mar 13, 2018 | OPENstudio
like the daffodils bursting yellow in the February frozen soil I can no longer be contained despite the solidity of force otherwise there is so much life breaking out~
by pbsartist | Feb 4, 2018 | OPENstudio
We each laid, side by side, touching not just each other but ourselves and the tools in our hands as well It was in this connection, this touch to me, to you, to the preciousness each of us held in our hands, precious because they beget completion of our whole, the...
