by pbsartist | Feb 20, 2024 | OPENstudio
which may pass as normal were he not my dad the years showing in his face his hairline his midline sure but I was not prepared for them to execute this ambush an assault for which no one comes prepared where are the self-help journals for watching ones predecessors...
by pbsartist | Feb 18, 2024 | OPENstudio
but I find it helps my heart my psyche my long history with these bodies my ability to stand straight to even take a step forward it helps to not squint but to look sideways shield oneself from the growing of others...
by pbsartist | Feb 16, 2024 | OPENstudio
dead in this space air here stagnant brittle riddled with I call it anxiety she calls it tragedy worry fear it has settled into the corners under the curtains like dead flies forgotten unseen by aged eyes the housekeepers letting them lie knowing their patrons will...
by pbsartist | Feb 14, 2024 | OPENstudio
of my heart she leans against the sink a chair each wall the floor I wonder if this is an example of my future or if there are other ways to follow one’s family to the grave
by pbsartist | Feb 12, 2024 | OPENstudio
it’s nearly the same a constriction in the chest an ache in the sternum but there’s no physical evidence only energetic she cries little tears more of a chuckle and a whimper combined I feel myself resist it see without letting myself see feel without...
