by pbsartist | Apr 22, 2026 | OPENstudio
I am like Pessoa the sort of person always on the fringe of what one belongs to seeing not only the multitude a part of but also the wide-open spaces around it a soul entirely impatient with itself bit by bit conquering the terrain color by color taking back what is...
by pbsartist | Apr 20, 2026 | OPENstudio
my self is my sieve for reality how else can I possibly reconcile the nerves touching the end of the pathway stretched out taught this direction to go this figment of fixity this fluidity of matter this illusion of world this color called...
by pbsartist | Apr 18, 2026 | OPENstudio
I leave the door just ajar late spring chill feels warm after months of deep dark freeze this too then the soul how do I trust the crack in the doorway a final return life arrives
by pbsartist | Apr 16, 2026 | OPENstudio
The sun a memory at eight urrendered collapse to sheets before the clock could even contemplate the closing of the shops and empty streets now the chime—a solitary stroke— a cold metallic one against the wall I am the only consciousness awoke standing where the...
by pbsartist | Apr 14, 2026 | OPENstudio
this blue hour time alone belongs to me free from the petty noisomeness of daylight the homelessness of this deep hour creates me while I take up my pin and board walking the bridge gapping the start of day the silence here touches infinity I can breathe in this...
by pbsartist | Apr 12, 2026 | OPENstudio
To cease to be the ebb and flow of a vast sea an irrelevent waking no one the wiser what is missed only I am aware what is held may be the undoing who are we to gauge the night sky the evening dawn the morning blister as the truth I know better when the chime only I...
