by pbsartist | Feb 26, 2025 | OPENstudio
Don’t cry it’s only a painting no one you know has died yet it is autumn this feels its way into your bones children furiously sought grown the fear lodged between your breastbones for life is this the like of it in a glance standing beside the windows...
by pbsartist | Feb 24, 2025 | OPENstudio
patients is lost on me who is he to lose it I am here free I go on doing the job wind knocked from my sails lungs short of breath even in this time comes around a breeze unceasingly beckoning refills two years have passed since the silks fell flat a few simple words...
by pbsartist | Feb 22, 2025 | OPENstudio
At 4am when the day has (already) begun bold sun quiet moon bright eyes open enough still again the walls secreted with visions a story or more waiting book of blank pages upon lap pen in hand this one more day has been given I don’t tease at knowing anything...
by pbsartist | Feb 20, 2025 | OPENstudio
a poet’s voice in never heard the cadence simply carries across lands well hearts
by pbsartist | Feb 18, 2025 | OPENstudio
was I born this way or did it creep up on me amongst the growing up mother she says I never thought you’d amount to anything this tells stories answers questions father the example the bigger me I could see earnestness of doing takes me each hour a day of rest...
