by pbsartist | Mar 17, 2026 | OPENstudio
my entire life long trajectory of minutes stacked tall days of wonder remorse this line of flesh born tight to the bone of this earth every bit of it an art every moment of it creation
by pbsartist | Mar 15, 2026 | OPENstudio
I don’t much know even what I know perhaps this is reality past half way perhaps this is truth as the calendar keeps turning perhaps this is where I have always been meant to be
by pbsartist | Mar 13, 2026 | OPENstudio
one bowl one mug one foot upon the soft brown soil one handprint left within the shallow rain made scrim of water nourishing this one small spout
by pbsartist | Mar 11, 2026 | OPENstudio
and the crow flies and the frog chirps and the dog runs the snow lays upon the frozen earth the branches bow to the light there flickering through their crystal-ed hands
by pbsartist | Mar 9, 2026 | OPENstudio
newsreels deliver destruction catastrophe and it is there the suffering and the loss I do not turn my face away but also we see only as far as our sight line for reason the crystal bedecked branches twinkling in the street light morning’s...
by pbsartist | Mar 7, 2026 | OPENstudio
the tarp covers the car billowing the scooter motors by puttering the bird rises from the wire flitting the dog lies in the soft earthen umber delighting I watch and see it all enthralled
