by pbsartist | May 3, 2025 | OPENstudio
the bark tore at my young skin palms scraped raw I did not care on top of the world with nothing mooring me to soil and sidewalk I imagined no one could find me invisible ephemerous no longer of this world the long loop of life that has unfurled 50 years at least 45...
by pbsartist | May 1, 2025 | OPENstudio
the sun is there the light proves it’s so the grey sky morning I tell myself the dog must walk then the leaves must rake the floors must clean the books must balance I hold another tea a cup of warmth as the shortest day draws near no longer anxious not about it...
by pbsartist | Apr 29, 2025 | OPENstudio
ah my friend arch nemisis debaser of what I hold true torn again the disconsolate cracks through doesn’t even bother creeping but rather comes head first full on no holds bar grabs the proverbial balls swings me round the floor were that this were a dance I...
by pbsartist | Apr 27, 2025 | OPENstudio
ages cut from the end makes more sense than were it to have fit in the prescribed area for information I do as suggested or is it a command surely I think it makes sense as I drop the entirety into the bucket take myself leash in hand to see what new lines of sunlight...
by pbsartist | Apr 25, 2025 | OPENstudio
the cremation society of north america has estimated that there are 2 million unclaimed cremated remains in the US here we are lost connections severed or is it age weeding the mourners from the gravesite it is time to not be maudlin to lose the sense of disconnection...
