by pbsartist | Jan 20, 2023 | OPENstudio
it can be so obvious but more often than not only in retrospect what is gone is gone no matter how mightily we hold fast with our mind our heart why is it humans hold so pitily to things never meant to hold us long...
by pbsartist | Jan 18, 2023 | OPENstudio
let me know. put something down before it’s time. not too heavy. not too light. let me not rid my self of a gift by calling it a curse. it is difficult sometimes to see where somethings should stop and others should begin. maybe this has never been the...
by pbsartist | Jan 16, 2023 | OPENstudio
just now 3/4 full taking a side glance every now and then awaiting the filling or so it seemed he because somehow the moon is he said how long do you think I’ve been here watching the world go ’round the sun seeing the faces change like the weather years...
by pbsartist | Jan 14, 2023 | OPENstudio
thrown together into a hat shaken and stirred over headpulled out one by one rearranged on the cork board with a rainbow of push pinsstaying close to the texture of things making a dealwith more humanness showing present is a fact unlimited removing my misplaced...
by pbsartist | Jan 12, 2023 | OPENstudio
today’s poem keeps writing itself in blackink from a pencoffee from the potwaste from a guti like to think of myself as an encourager a visioneer who inspires and upliftstoday could be deletedfor how it falls out of linethe black of the ink spilling from the dredged...
by pbsartist | Jan 10, 2023 | OPENstudio
i wanted his words to fall away to be able to erase them like the lyrics on cassette tapes erasable forgettable old school he wanted me to believe his words were back in vogue pitching as he was for some intractable balance possible from his side alone in which the...
