by pbsartist | Feb 14, 2024 | OPENstudio
of my heart she leans against the sink a chair each wall the floor I wonder if this is an example of my future or if there are other ways to follow one’s family to the grave
by pbsartist | Feb 12, 2024 | OPENstudio
it’s nearly the same a constriction in the chest an ache in the sternum but there’s no physical evidence only energetic she cries little tears more of a chuckle and a whimper combined I feel myself resist it see without letting myself see feel without...
by pbsartist | Feb 10, 2024 | OPENstudio
I offer another the idea that worthiness is not the point love is or at least connection we are never and always worthiness the word itself picks at indoctrination or dogma for which only man’s hand held the brush no god creates with absolute as man paints...
by pbsartist | Feb 8, 2024 | OPENstudio
we often can’t hear it or simply don’t want to so tune into a louder song at the core when the noise falls away when there is nothing left to turn the dial to in order to shut out this truth? the silence I hear holds the richest melody a shock to my ears...
by pbsartist | Feb 6, 2024 | OPENstudio
it comes in layers not everyone can see the complexity of debris collected intentionally not always by me but placed there by another’s hand each addition becoming more complex yet as it grows forms a simplicity my soul has meant to become yearned for at each...
