by pbsartist | May 20, 2018 | OPENstudio
I am no longer shy of seeing the world. Chogyam Trungpa A film lifting as if skimmed from the top of a milk jug the fresh cream removed to reveal the bright pool underneath or in the spring with rake in hand as the wintered-over leaf pile is pulled from the flowerbed...
by pbsartist | May 15, 2018 | OPENstudio
Rilke has a precious way with words. Oh that my tongue, my pen could replicate such intrinsic beauty and truth I believe the whole of the world would stop and realize there is so much more we are but mere moments of our...
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...
