by pbsartist | Feb 8, 2025 | OPENstudio
he works nights arriving with a rumble as the fairy lights strung in my paned sanctuary click onI’ve taken the time to get to know him beyond this windowed scrim it’s a medianed street traffic cartpushers strollers rough...
by pbsartist | Feb 6, 2025 | OPENstudio
I wrote no poem todayI made no mealsI did no choresI ticked no boxesI left no trailToday I spread my legs long watched the bold moon stroll across the sky heard a kettle whistle a chorus of birds call while the dog eagerly helped me stay in place
by pbsartist | Feb 4, 2025 | OPENstudio
can that be said of a poem as wellon a day when too many demands and all those things that could go wronggo wrong do you sit down and write the poem that speaks about anger frustration tears welling up behind eyelids throat...
by pbsartist | Feb 2, 2025 | OPENstudio
i want to be with quiet despite the clock ticking its decision for otherwise i can try lean into its cupped chest upon wakingoffer tea and scones in hopes of its linger where do we pay for our attention i rather like what may come from a space...
by pbsartist | Jan 31, 2025 | OPENstudio
often and gentlylike a whisperlike a prayer spoken with no voice just held there gently within the cage of ribshope is like this hope just this a wish we barely let an idea held close in the throatI will always welcome them I am made this way I can do life...
