by pbsartist | Dec 13, 2025 | OPENstudio
The weight is of something but nothing I can name a brick held a balast moored no a stone swallowed and held between the splayed bones of my hips pressing down the earth causing each step to land heavy as if a block of stone clump clump clump along the passageway two...
by pbsartist | Dec 11, 2025 | OPENstudio
I ask myself when speaking to the fragile bird hopping across the dense packed snow and the expanse of swaying branches outside the picture window does it matter that I do not go out for when I do if I listen as prescribed I do not want to anymore what I can hold in...
by pbsartist | Dec 9, 2025 | OPENstudio
someone round about no where that’s for me anyway far away from and not yet to a liminal space still rooted in soil somewhere below asphalt but far from the security domed you’ll be just fine without me place I left and the I’m coming and I will help...
by pbsartist | Dec 7, 2025 | OPENstudio
social media is good for something scrolling mindlessly nonetheless the eyes snag on a reel of dogs delight of a whale sharing its baby with a ship of humans a lion handing over its cub to the hands of humanity for protection the stretch of a parrots neck toward the...
by pbsartist | Dec 5, 2025 | OPENstudio
I say enough is enough and I get it this time the house rises three stories we call it a castle where lawn bedecked the soils now flower beds and veg for the neighbors and benches and paths and outbuildings oh and a second stouter house this and I can sometimes still...
