by pbsartist | Mar 31, 2024 | OPENstudio
they litter the earth each body bespoke by their branding we give it words unique individual special these qualify and quantify giving some satisfaction figured it out did you? marginalize these marks into categories and compartments looking for a lightness of being...
by pbsartist | Mar 29, 2024 | OPENstudio
days are moments how much greatness are you willing to grant another? do you realize who you are talking to? can you glimpse sideways the depth of wonder in that one? a bright light, filtered through the skin the bone opaque, firmly planted deeply rooted in this world...
by pbsartist | Mar 27, 2024 | OPENstudio
soul spoke to me this morning half-moon in the window sun through the front fumbling there for purchase something to hold on to pull itself up years of searching find me right where I left off not wax not brush not color not pages but shear sensitivity of skin...
by pbsartist | Mar 25, 2024 | OPENstudio
I can’t call Him God anymore I can’t write hello, imagined being in my head there floating as if awaiting my words rapt to come down and grant my every wish nor waiting, to see if I have aligned to His grand plan so the perfect miracle would (finally)...
by pbsartist | Mar 23, 2024 | OPENstudio
in shorthand we call it soul but what is it really as soon as it’s spied then drafted into definition it is gone there is a sameness today tomorrow yesterday that follows in the wake of change it is to this sameness we turn as the clock speeds along its lifeline...
