by pbsartist | Mar 8, 2025 | OPENstudio
I still push the buggy through the aisles marveled at the four red heads tucked in amongst the butter milk nappies no matter that these same four now boast five o’clock shadows and mortgages I have been the youngest in the room or so the story went back then it...
by pbsartist | Mar 6, 2025 | OPENstudio
this road trip is it ten now or less or more times traversing this landscape making my way across deserted cornfields soybeans laid down rolling hills that fool me into forgetting the headache of altitudinal arrival I carry the high sky blue in its...
by pbsartist | Mar 4, 2025 | OPENstudio
morning’s roll call alights the blind edges I glance at my hands they’ve stretched overhead flexed through the fingers waved hello to the world that’s here twelve by fourteen I’d called them so in that apps list of questions to be answered giving form to...
by pbsartist | Mar 2, 2025 | OPENstudio
you speak as if the things you have to say do not cross my mind landing in this space I felt blessed though I don’t use these words anymore to be here to be getting to do the work that is so satisfying to get to do it to your appreciation- I tell myself to...
by pbsartist | Feb 28, 2025 | OPENstudio
it doesn’t take much we’ve not come as far as we presume after all my uncle walks on his knuckles rising giggles from the three foot tall crowds we have the technology all tools to teach us this baseline of being- a care for how word is reached and...
