by pbsartist | May 24, 2024 | OPENstudio
love yourself they say over and over one guru then another as if right try as you might okay as I might this just doesn’t happen I think myself wrong off miss-drawn because I can’t really it’s not love that makes this idea of theory this humanist way...
by pbsartist | May 22, 2024 | OPENstudio
in seventh grade I’d just become aware boys friends with more appeal more attention more attraction more boys she road next to me traffic slow confining we rode our bikes to and from always nothing new hit she fell I jumped wrist trapped she was following me...
by pbsartist | May 20, 2024 | OPENstudio
memory messes me up I had to go back to the days in which brothers teased sister had to hold hand come along neighborhood boys rode furiously past carelessly taunting now I know simply full of wonder mystery unsolved frustrated to not know so much I had to go back for...
by pbsartist | May 18, 2024 | OPENstudio
we wrote them in chalk back in the day white only always broken a nub clutched in nubby fingers lines we called words in and amongst the hop scotch double dutch four square yesterday still there isn’t vision an amazing thing awe-full truly I mean awe filled...
by pbsartist | May 16, 2024 | OPENstudio
to let: allow give permission take for rent at the exact center of my life a watershed of before spilling like a wedding dress train of royalty or a red carpet walked upon forward the unknown equally spilled unforeseeable anticipation not unlike birth though it was...
by pbsartist | May 14, 2024 | OPENstudio
colors canvas paper brush the long sweep of hog-bristle touched with bits of bitumen delight awe wonder disbelief leading a tangled course across blank page until order falls away begins again starts anew pen ink paper hope tied up in years experience nestled...
