by pbsartist | Dec 16, 2018 | OPENstudio
it crept up on me i got to learn solitude is not so much about being alone although of course it is that it is about discovery in the alone and what lives within when one is willing to let what is within live it is that knowing discovery that many times keeps us one...
by pbsartist | Dec 11, 2018 | OPENstudio
just now the mixer spinning the porcelain slug a drop swirled, swung, flung into my eye right there nothing I could do but stop I can not see. Motorcycle Diaries intended for the evening Pulse radio playing in the background Wax warming melting on the...
by pbsartist | Dec 9, 2018 | OPENstudio
December 9 I am finally not frightened anymore there are no more goblins in the night telling me I am not can not will not not even a ghost taunting with if-only-swirls around my head I am free of the fright that bedeviled me in my nights I stopped my running and said...
by pbsartist | Dec 4, 2018 | OPENstudio
but the reading after all; I seem to not be able to get enough and yet when I pick up pen to put to paper what comes often is gibberish nonsensical spilling that ends up in the bin. Perhaps that’s where it was always meant to be in the end the words that...
by pbsartist | Dec 2, 2018 | OPENstudio
Ah when the leaves change when life changes when I gaze out the frosting window into the crisp sky watching yellow orange red brown leaves fall fall fall away outside alongside the words and tellings the voices and stories inside mirror their descent
by pbsartist | Nov 27, 2018 | OPENstudio
Do you hear them gathering as they’ve done so many times in the past you steal strength to endure them sit more firmly on your mat believing it is all you have left they are here now around fully engulfing so that thought behind thought is no longer even the...
