by pbsartist | Feb 14, 2025 | OPENstudio
lying ready to the hand one’s life to oneself again was it always this way always going to be this way the dull ache the rhythmic rememebering the sense of loss when nothings has died if creating things into the world the joy of that the wonder of that were...
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
