by pbsartist | Feb 12, 2025 | OPENstudio
I admit to a relationship the truck visits Tuesday mornings 6am slowly with caution it is large and takes up the entire width at regular intervals stopping I wonder if others too are anticipating near a window its progress the sound picking up bins tipping contents...
by pbsartist | Feb 10, 2025 | OPENstudio
I think he’d meant to cross over my open door an invitation in the predawn light alas he must’ve thought against it the final bit of blacktop too much of an abyss besides the door open to air the only intention a dogs bark before full daylight too much to...
by pbsartist | Feb 8, 2025 | OPENstudio
he works nights arriving with a rumble as the fairy lights strung in my paned sanctuary click onI’ve taken the time to get to know him beyond this windowed scrim it’s a medianed street traffic cartpushers strollers rough...
by pbsartist | Feb 6, 2025 | OPENstudio
I wrote no poem todayI made no mealsI did no choresI ticked no boxesI left no trailToday I spread my legs long watched the bold moon stroll across the sky heard a kettle whistle a chorus of birds call while the dog eagerly helped me stay in place
by pbsartist | Feb 4, 2025 | OPENstudio
can that be said of a poem as wellon a day when too many demands and all those things that could go wronggo wrong do you sit down and write the poem that speaks about anger frustration tears welling up behind eyelids throat...
