by pbsartist | Aug 11, 2025 | OPENstudio
it’s a thing overwhelm I placed it upon my own shoulders took in my son then the other more difficult more like his father things I’ve not entirely worked through in the replication but there’s more my own self worth trust instinctive regard for who...
by pbsartist | Aug 9, 2025 | OPENstudio
a high horse grows in girth as you age into this ride to throw one’s leg over has become impossible improbable improvable none take today for instance a new president there big hopes here neither connected in fact quite distinctively separate so tremendously...
by pbsartist | Aug 7, 2025 | OPENstudio
I don’t have anything smart to say yet words keep spilling from my fingertips it’s not for desire of eloquence goodness knows I am not grammatically correct yet to stop is given up so qwerty plays across the page visitors to my psyche strike conscious...
by pbsartist | Aug 5, 2025 | OPENstudio
I read a line that cracked my heart I am of an age where this could be a concern yet I am past whatever mile-marker of my life that would necessitate concern of that sort this crack came quickly predictably yet still a shock I don’t reject it nor grow fearful...
by pbsartist | Aug 3, 2025 | OPENstudio
perspective shifts decades have passed entire lifetimes come and gone these mountains tender as I traverse the pine blanketed incline up close so changed yet just the same only I so different from here not there this microscope view of sameness nineteen eighty twenty...
by pbsartist | Aug 1, 2025 | OPENstudio
introvert and melancholic could be a stew for depression at times it was taken as such I don’t want to be a tourist to my life I want to be reborn so I choose to stop that chatter move into close quarters and face the demons that rise in societal prescriptions...
