by pbsartist | Apr 12, 2024 | OPENstudio
The television begins to ring my ears boxed there just 8 feet away he pays no mind this is normal for him an ignorable habit for me an intrusion on peace is this sensitivity too much to the normalcy of life or do I harken back to days when we had interior spaces to...
by pbsartist | Apr 10, 2024 | OPENstudio
introspection soon proves hostile even laws of physics confounding prove out more reliable and real than the thoughts that arise sitting alone with chin tucked to chest that navel we so want to be right understand and comprehend and get things of this world well right...
by pbsartist | Apr 8, 2024 | OPENstudio
a sadness comes in inexplicable no less even more painful because of that. no explanation, same inconsistencies and doubts, same stilted insecurities and fragile sense of rooting drying out reaching for the ground water can one accept this struggle continuing as it...
by pbsartist | Apr 6, 2024 | OPENstudio
For a long while I thought life was about finding your purposethat I’d slot into a rail meant for me and all would flow beautifullyfrom there in it’s own rightin retrospect it’s happened twicechildrenbook publishedyet clearly-or clearer anyway-nowfrom my...
by pbsartist | Apr 4, 2024 | OPENstudio
of skin and heartbeat even birdsong fades a bit and sun burning into skin no matter even this the immediacy of life and what is right there in front of you comes in surprising ways sure, easy to see: in sex, the body of another so present that moment…. but...
by pbsartist | Apr 2, 2024 | OPENstudio
disgruntled frustrated holding a grudge not against as if someone’s slight just holding foolish I know knew it from the moment I held it in my hand yet there it was rolling around my palm all the day long as I paint my sons garage alone then a run for supplies...
