by pbsartist | Jun 3, 2024 | OPENstudio
obsessive to the point of hallucination or delusion pigeons as companions mushroom towers connecting minds Twain visited Einstein revered all of New Jersey stepped back brilliance seems to come at a cost as time tells the story of invention of genius of inventive...
by pbsartist | Jun 1, 2024 | OPENstudio
Held down like Gulliver strapped to the earth by unwitting hands cording my limbs to the soil against my will I used to say life was happening to me some of my children took that as their mantra I have shifted these constraints over time and experience loosened the...
by pbsartist | May 30, 2024 | OPENstudio
though I never called her that the austere version used in referential third person mom mommy momma when I call sometimes now she is so old princess queen courtly attention once sought found now in obligation twisting life to fit her neediness crowned in relational...
by pbsartist | May 28, 2024 | OPENstudio
she had no other grandchildren so just the four of us owned it all in memory it was because Tom could not say grandma as is the case for most affectations of name but maybe she assigned it to herself I could see this she was that sort sitting on the staircase the type...
by pbsartist | May 26, 2024 | OPENstudio
I wrote of the youthful splendor of lying in the grass blades hit with the tender touch of sunlight in between tiny villages residents going about their lives a place I saw just as the math equation 2+2 and words in bold type across the chalkboard repeated spelled and...
