by pbsartist | Mar 14, 2025 | OPENstudio
this morning the moon reminded me resting there atop the building behind like a scythe against a barn wall awaiting the next days laying down of stalks neat into beds eager its purpose its pleasure met equally in the hand of the task reminded me this moon’s rest...
by pbsartist | Mar 12, 2025 | OPENstudio
on through the rains that torn into our eyes her squint menacing even though I knew better others were out as well took no pause at her bristled hair squinted eyes it’s a dogs way to avoid displeasure though there we were myself drenched herself obediently along...
by pbsartist | Mar 10, 2025 | OPENstudio
my disposition changed the subject there was work to be done after all as Grace Paley identifies tend as I do to crude optimism anyway can’t you too render a vision of it not much to speak of when the tally is taken but all the same never lost in the figuring...
by pbsartist | Mar 8, 2025 | OPENstudio
I still push the buggy through the aisles marveled at the four red heads tucked in amongst the butter milk nappies no matter that these same four now boast five o’clock shadows and mortgages I have been the youngest in the room or so the story went back then it...
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...
