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...
by pbsartist | Feb 16, 2025 | OPENstudio
It takes great courage, I’m discovering, to help one’s children become who they really are. This is the mother journey that calls to me, the heroism I long to summon.
by pbsartist | Feb 14, 2025 | OPENstudio
lying ready to the hand one’s life to oneself again was it always this way always going to be this way the dull ache the rhythmic rememebering the sense of loss when nothings has died if creating things into the world the joy of that the wonder of that were...
by pbsartist | Feb 12, 2025 | OPENstudio
I admit to a relationship the truck visits Tuesday mornings 6am slowly with caution it is large and takes up the entire width at regular intervals stopping I wonder if others too are anticipating near a window its progress the sound picking up bins tipping contents...
by pbsartist | Feb 10, 2025 | OPENstudio
I think he’d meant to cross over my open door an invitation in the predawn light alas he must’ve thought against it the final bit of blacktop too much of an abyss besides the door open to air the only intention a dogs bark before full daylight too much to...
