by pbsartist | Aug 9, 2025 | OPENstudio
a high horse grows in girth as you age into this ride to throw one’s leg over has become impossible improbable improvable none take today for instance a new president there big hopes here neither connected in fact quite distinctively separate so tremendously...
by pbsartist | Aug 7, 2025 | OPENstudio
I don’t have anything smart to say yet words keep spilling from my fingertips it’s not for desire of eloquence goodness knows I am not grammatically correct yet to stop is given up so qwerty plays across the page visitors to my psyche strike conscious...
by pbsartist | Aug 5, 2025 | OPENstudio
I read a line that cracked my heart I am of an age where this could be a concern yet I am past whatever mile-marker of my life that would necessitate concern of that sort this crack came quickly predictably yet still a shock I don’t reject it nor grow fearful...
by pbsartist | Aug 3, 2025 | OPENstudio
perspective shifts decades have passed entire lifetimes come and gone these mountains tender as I traverse the pine blanketed incline up close so changed yet just the same only I so different from here not there this microscope view of sameness nineteen eighty twenty...
by pbsartist | Aug 1, 2025 | OPENstudio
introvert and melancholic could be a stew for depression at times it was taken as such I don’t want to be a tourist to my life I want to be reborn so I choose to stop that chatter move into close quarters and face the demons that rise in societal prescriptions...
