by pbsartist | Feb 24, 2025 | OPENstudio
patients is lost on me who is he to lose it I am here free I go on doing the job wind knocked from my sails lungs short of breath even in this time comes around a breeze unceasingly beckoning refills two years have passed since the silks fell flat a few simple words...
by pbsartist | Feb 22, 2025 | OPENstudio
At 4am when the day has (already) begun bold sun quiet moon bright eyes open enough still again the walls secreted with visions a story or more waiting book of blank pages upon lap pen in hand this one more day has been given I don’t tease at knowing anything...
by pbsartist | Feb 20, 2025 | OPENstudio
a poet’s voice in never heard the cadence simply carries across lands well hearts
by pbsartist | Feb 18, 2025 | OPENstudio
was I born this way or did it creep up on me amongst the growing up mother she says I never thought you’d amount to anything this tells stories answers questions father the example the bigger me I could see earnestness of doing takes me each hour a day of rest...
by pbsartist | Feb 16, 2025 | OPENstudio
It takes great courage, I’m discovering, to help one’s children become who they really are. This is the mother journey that calls to me, the heroism I long to summon.
by pbsartist | Feb 14, 2025 | OPENstudio
lying ready to the hand one’s life to oneself again was it always this way always going to be this way the dull ache the rhythmic rememebering the sense of loss when nothings has died if creating things into the world the joy of that the wonder of that were...
