by pbsartist | Mar 29, 2023 | OPENstudio
it touched me just now the bouquet the aroma the infusion I know not to which flower it belongs but it wafted across my shoulder blades then tripped up my neck and into my nose hit as I was by delight inexplicable I realized I needn’t have the name the story was...
by pbsartist | Mar 27, 2023 | OPENstudio
in this one place at this one time at this moment I call home the daylilies twitter in the breeze calendula redolent in the bed their yellows and orange like sunshine from the soil too that yellow of the bird for which I can never recall the name so my son suggests...
by pbsartist | Mar 25, 2023 | OPENstudio
what are you doing he asked trying to surrender I said no you’re not; you’re trying to figure it out. solutions do not appear so much as show up there is no value in creasing furrows between the brows we’ve been told there is gold ruched in actions...
by pbsartist | Mar 23, 2023 | OPENstudio
sometimes the work of numbers and box ticking filing and finding small ways in which others can manage forms and letters composed to create order and computations that provide organization the absurdity of human life sometimes overwhelms I walk with Whitman among the...
by pbsartist | Mar 21, 2023 | OPENstudio
artists are purposed to tell the stories that cause others to long for truth and hope. someone long ago said this dead now with this world ours to maintenance do we take up this sword hog bristles held high and tell the world such truths trusting the world still has...
