by pbsartist | Mar 6, 2025 | OPENstudio
this road trip is it ten now or less or more times traversing this landscape making my way across deserted cornfields soybeans laid down rolling hills that fool me into forgetting the headache of altitudinal arrival I carry the high sky blue in its...
by pbsartist | Mar 4, 2025 | OPENstudio
morning’s roll call alights the blind edges I glance at my hands they’ve stretched overhead flexed through the fingers waved hello to the world that’s here twelve by fourteen I’d called them so in that apps list of questions to be answered giving form to...
by pbsartist | Mar 2, 2025 | OPENstudio
you speak as if the things you have to say do not cross my mind landing in this space I felt blessed though I don’t use these words anymore to be here to be getting to do the work that is so satisfying to get to do it to your appreciation- I tell myself to...
by pbsartist | Feb 28, 2025 | OPENstudio
it doesn’t take much we’ve not come as far as we presume after all my uncle walks on his knuckles rising giggles from the three foot tall crowds we have the technology all tools to teach us this baseline of being- a care for how word is reached and...
by pbsartist | Feb 26, 2025 | OPENstudio
Don’t cry it’s only a painting no one you know has died yet it is autumn this feels its way into your bones children furiously sought grown the fear lodged between your breastbones for life is this the like of it in a glance standing beside the windows...
by pbsartist | Feb 24, 2025 | OPENstudio
patients is lost on me who is he to lose it I am here free I go on doing the job wind knocked from my sails lungs short of breath even in this time comes around a breeze unceasingly beckoning refills two years have passed since the silks fell flat a few simple words...
