by pbsartist | Aug 13, 2025 | OPENstudio
the poetry of ache between the ribs fragile bones intertwining a deep knowing not always with a place to land we hold ourselves tenderly
by pbsartist | Aug 11, 2025 | OPENstudio
it’s a thing overwhelm I placed it upon my own shoulders took in my son then the other more difficult more like his father things I’ve not entirely worked through in the replication but there’s more my own self worth trust instinctive regard for who...
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...
