by pbsartist | Nov 29, 2025 | OPENstudio
It is possible to become strong enough to be tender it is a step beyond most person’s perception yet as we grow not tall but aged it is cleared for us one way or another first we desparage I have done it myself then the veil lifts and the realization that there...
by pbsartist | Nov 27, 2025 | OPENstudio
what is your handle on the door to the world mine is a simple thing the brush in hand hot wax permeating my senses some boys stopping in to say hello to mom and a long sweep of soil awaiting new growth each season perhaps too least I deny this truth it is the enough...
by pbsartist | Nov 25, 2025 | OPENstudio
I’ve stopped writing poetry I barely find myself journaling not with any credit or worth more drivel I am feeling sorry for myself I suppose or this is what I tell myself this pov comes from my generational upbringing if we feel anything then we’re not...
by pbsartist | Nov 23, 2025 | OPENstudio
the walk along the cobbled stones was nothing new the walk that is I’d been doing it since 2 years old to hear my mother tell the cobbled stones these were the wonder keeping eyes somewhat downcast so as to not twist an ankle despite the well cushioned...
by pbsartist | Nov 21, 2025 | OPENstudio
In a day where crisis seeps in under the doorframe like a mist or a puff of smoke it can take all of ones will or the depth of ones trust to this life to the breath still in lungs to the beat felt there in the chest to move throughout the world believing there is a...
by pbsartist | Nov 19, 2025 | OPENstudio
the smallest gesture remakes the world in time we all weigh it forgetting it is top shelf the one item within our world to which true praise should be given clocks tick to tell us it passes the church tower chimes indicating another turn underneath it all the leaves...
