by pbsartist | May 11, 2025 | OPENstudio
a shoulder width at a time read it as you walk poetry akin to a wall but more werner created a nomenclature of color one wall one poem a color scape of sensuality or simply beauty the window screens the evidence of effort no one recognizes the implication one step one...
by pbsartist | May 9, 2025 | OPENstudio
the appearance of flowers milky sweet brief the scent intoxicates spring summer longingly pants hiding behind trees fence lines front doors open here the drift
by pbsartist | May 7, 2025 | OPENstudio
you have no place to claim as your own when really what you are here to do is to mirror the vision of the world upon the glass into the future
by pbsartist | May 5, 2025 | OPENstudio
I’ve seen the moon whole half quarter my own life tipping toward the waning quarter I can turn so easily it seems tomfoolery this ease of body not showing true age a collective sigh erupts from the mouthes of my selves child adolescent young adult mother sister...
by pbsartist | May 3, 2025 | OPENstudio
the bark tore at my young skin palms scraped raw I did not care on top of the world with nothing mooring me to soil and sidewalk I imagined no one could find me invisible ephemerous no longer of this world the long loop of life that has unfurled 50 years at least 45...
by pbsartist | May 1, 2025 | OPENstudio
the sun is there the light proves it’s so the grey sky morning I tell myself the dog must walk then the leaves must rake the floors must clean the books must balance I hold another tea a cup of warmth as the shortest day draws near no longer anxious not about it...
