by pbsartist | Mar 22, 2025 | OPENstudio
word came finally one week beyond the two week waiting this alone too much to hold hope should’ve known what does one do with desperate disappointment the disillusionment of hope dashed against the sides of the screen a simple email suggesting an end where an...
by pbsartist | Mar 20, 2025 | OPENstudio
run around like angry toddlers spoiled on sweets unable to rest this settling down I seek seems a distant illusion has the world made the turmoil that’s dug into my skin can blame be cast to the atmosphere of disquieting structures falling into the yards and...
by pbsartist | Mar 18, 2025 | OPENstudio
of the one I walk every breath alongside never able to tear away unless you count the oblivions I have loved her this me this everyday all day but today oh so sick of me there has been a long lingering need to fill the lives of others ensure they can go on enjoy love...
by pbsartist | Mar 16, 2025 | OPENstudio
sitting in my cells my bones eating red all the way down perhaps politics perhaps weather perhaps what I ate before bed could be as simple as that yet it seems sourceless pitched forward from my mind not a tightening so much as a burning coming from nowhere I seek out...
by pbsartist | Mar 14, 2025 | OPENstudio
this morning the moon reminded me resting there atop the building behind like a scythe against a barn wall awaiting the next days laying down of stalks neat into beds eager its purpose its pleasure met equally in the hand of the task reminded me this moon’s rest...
