by pbsartist | Sep 9, 2017 | Uncategorized
It transforms- this white-hot presence. It is dangerous if you are dead set on staying fallow quiet undisturbed. It will drive you mad until you succumb to its radiant burn that does not inflict but certain can leave an...
by pbsartist | Sep 9, 2017 | Uncategorized
I do. it is there at the end of your sentence at the last wake breath before fading it is there as we say goodnight from so much wonder and awe that was day like the final clam at the bottom of the steam pot fished out, savoured, relished yet tinged with regret. It is...
by pbsartist | Sep 9, 2017 | Uncategorized
When the moon is off duty and the sun has yet to punch on my footfalls echo and the arthritic floorboards creak the only sound presenting itself for days. I love the light in peeking through my kitchen window reminding me there is a whole world out...
by pbsartist | Sep 6, 2017 | Uncategorized
I wrote this blog just after WinterWax last January. As I schedule and look forward to WinterWax2018 I think it apropos to actually publish my thoughts đŸ™‚ In love. trish ________________________________________________________ Something has occurred to me this...
by pbsartist | Sep 1, 2017 | Uncategorized
As you will hear some people read poetry so that no mortal could tell it was poetry, so do some people read their own lives and those of others. George MacDonald, Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood summer, having abruptly ended, September 1 arrives....
by pbsartist | Aug 28, 2017 | Uncategorized
it is May in the southeast. smells are all around deep earth growing smells wet asphalt warming smells leaves and grass and sprouts shooting effort to be smells it is a time of bright tingling aliveness everything in me is right there right there painfully almost...
