by pbsartist | Jun 4, 2025 | OPENstudio
small islands of beauty and goodness indulgent to the imperfection of everything settling wisely and faithfully into gentle sorrow cultivating the garden my own two acres as clear as if it were yesterday this color of calm there’s life locked up in words...
by pbsartist | Jun 2, 2025 | OPENstudio
A perennial ache in search of my place Realizing this quest is the salve At home in the in between The space of not yet and almost Or here but not there The airport waiting lounge The bus ride south A single seat on a midnight train An anonymous...
by pbsartist | May 31, 2025 | OPENstudio
why did she say that it stuck lodged between my ears and he those words that word a wedge in my heart the sensitivity i do not believe can be walled of with boundaries and self knowing sometimes it is the obligation of others to keep their mouths shut and let us walk...
by pbsartist | May 29, 2025 | OPENstudio
i hear him move i want nothing of it to take myself away is the only ache a small square room a bed a table a window not to see or remind or ache for out there but to know and to feel the world exists as I go...
by pbsartist | May 27, 2025 | OPENstudio
there’s an invitation to slough off the everyday life the superficiality of skin layer and bathe in the water layer of emptiness 90% we are soothing we may begin to cry simplicity is never simple it is great art life should never be supposed the sight of...
by pbsartist | May 25, 2025 | OPENstudio
a shoulder width apart you’d think we could reach out and touch but the sign says otherwise so I obey the ache to make contact six degrees of separation further than this span yet more distant the terrain and treacherous the footholds as we stand side by...
