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...
by pbsartist | Apr 22, 2018 | OPENstudio
so it happens that I am and look I’m no longer sure that what’s important is more important than what’s not and what’s important after all if today it is here and tomorrow gone like the husk of the wheat on that warm blustery fall day or the...
by pbsartist | Apr 17, 2018 | OPENstudio, Uncategorized
celebrate with me what I have shaped into this particular peculiar kind of life it’s taken me several lifetimes this shape and I don’t think even if I began again in the very same spot I could shape it again in quite this same way so wont you...
by pbsartist | Apr 15, 2018 | OPENstudio
can a glass hold enlightenment like this one here before me even if stolen then gifted so perhaps in the gift the stolen redeemed and therefore setting in just the place it was meant to be so as to enlighten the one sitting with it epiphany epiphetic epiphonic epic...
by pbsartist | Apr 8, 2018 | OPENstudio
One tender oh so needy fist wrapped tight around my finger explained it all and I would lose that oh to not lose that to go back in time and hold it there knowing as I do now what is to be lost in the years that come between how I’d hold that and never let go...
