Before the Brush
597: the world asks to be seen
by pbsartist | May 9, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
the appearance of flowers milky sweet brief the scent intoxicates spring summer longingly pants hiding behind trees fence lines front doors open here the drift
596: the world asks to be seen
by pbsartist | May 7, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
you have no place to claim as your own when really what you are here to do is to mirror the vision of the world upon the glass into the future
595: a quarter turn
by pbsartist | May 5, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
I've seen the moon whole half quarter my own life tipping toward the waning quarter I can turn so easily it seems tomfoolery this ease of body not showing true age a collective sigh erupts from the mouthes of my selves child adolescent young adult mother sister wife...
594: that rough patch
by pbsartist | May 3, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
the bark tore at my young skin palms scraped raw I did not care on top of the world with nothing mooring me to soil and sidewalk I imagined no one could find me invisible ephemerous no longer of this world the long loop of life that has unfurled 50 years at least 45...
593: it could happen
by pbsartist | May 1, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
the sun is there the light proves it's so the grey sky morning I tell myself the dog must walk then the leaves must rake the floors must clean the books must balance I hold another tea a cup of warmth as the shortest day draws near no longer anxious not about it...
592: there you are again
by pbsartist | April 29, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
ah my friend arch nemisis debaser of what I hold true torn again the disconsolate cracks through doesn't even bother creeping but rather comes head first full on no holds bar grabs the proverbial balls swings me round the floor were that this were a dance I might...
591: drag here to move mess
by pbsartist | April 27, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
ages cut from the end makes more sense than were it to have fit in the prescribed area for information I do as suggested or is it a command surely I think it makes sense as I drop the entirety into the bucket take myself leash in hand to see what new lines of sunlight...
590: cremains
by pbsartist | April 25, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
the cremation society of north america has estimated that there are 2 million unclaimed cremated remains in the US here we are lost connections severed or is it age weeding the mourners from the gravesite it is time to not be maudlin to lose the sense of disconnection...
589: when the light comes down it will all be clear
by pbsartist | April 23, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
peeling the lids from my eyes bright is more than expected not yet daylight yet all the same a titanium glow snow I’ve waited the month out for the dark to turn for the mind to awaken to the lightness of the hours November now gone I wonder if I missed a queue a step...
588: here to that light
by pbsartist | April 21, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
It happens in that minute before official sunrise in the air that is almost spring but yet has winter living in it for a few more weeks with the sky high and unclouded and the rain due not for today a star flicks one last time and the edges of...
587: i want only this
by pbsartist | April 19, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
and realize that may be winter’s best gift not an idling to be tolerated but a softening to be acquired time too does this the body no longer acquiescing to the drive we’ve taken it on its edges gently blur as we continue all the same days and months spent wondering...
586: a long forgotten body
by pbsartist | April 17, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
a stagnant river beyond the back of beyond a lake not fished in a long while idle a hand resting across a chest a bent-angled wing cast along a still breast atop the grey wet pavement this river this lake this hand this wing have flown have risen have reached have...
585: the ideal medium
by pbsartist | April 15, 2025 | OPENstudio | 2 Comments
it's been encouraged that to work oneself out one must employ the ear of an impersonal listener I myself find it magnificently uplifting to engage conversation with one close friend this then the ideal medium in which to straighten out my thoughts
584: enough to endure
by pbsartist | April 13, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
I love you I said it upon waking not a preaching from the self-help gurus but written on my mind's eye like lipstick across a bathroom mirror a simple question ensued- irrespective of how we're 'meant' to feel and certainly unshackled from what other people may think-...
583: a calm of enthusiasm
by pbsartist | April 11, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
in the most favorable case an uncertain life it becomes too fraught to permit a shared happiness sometimes it is enough to simply agree to be together no matter how far apart this can grow into a necessary fondness not through living out duties of devotion but having...
582: behind this shield
by pbsartist | April 9, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
obvious truths are tremendously fragile think of the yester-years we've exited the trivialities and quaint recalls they presumed deeply true today we face dramatically disturbing adjustments we think these upheavals for surely they are that but now that they've begun...
581: resignation can sound bleak
by pbsartist | April 7, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
but tied to it is hope the desire to be alone goes all the way down to my bones it is not a want but a need I let it be believed that it is an illness tripped up by gut brainstorming that's caused by mind to go dark it's not that but the truth will cause issue pain to...
580: who we end up with
by pbsartist | April 5, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
I read that an artist's way of complaining is to create I must then be an artist for my house has become full paint pots and smooth papers spill across surfaces with not so much left to sit leave it this is the way into something that may come out as truth I just...
579: the tragicomic aspects
by pbsartist | April 3, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
of attraction throw loops akin to a noose trying to be as nice as we can called thus we smile gradually hugely misled reality cannot be denied if we are still alive the apparent conquest has been nothing but a magic trick so here we are stuck behind this smoke and...
578: apparent successes
by pbsartist | April 1, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
our will alone to please we think our self but it comes down to the feedback loop we enter into before we know it like the frog in the pot we are scrambling to get a grip on a sense of ourself
577: all matters great and small
by pbsartist | March 30, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
to prove attraction we feign agreement the folly of this proclivity tears down to tatters the fibers we'd thought woven in truth powerful instincts cause this patterning maybe learned probably acquired through cellular transmutation we could call it a love dance we...
576: emotional code
by pbsartist | March 28, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
I know I am speaking in emotional code smoke signals to a culture not trained in interpretation lame to the language of nuance and wind there is a reason for it beyond stubborn disgust and conflict avoidance he tends to plane the edge off every truth I speak it's been...
575: complicated frustration
by pbsartist | March 26, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
I doubt the legitimacy of my desires no longer able to justify the one who chose this blindly many years ago if only the future could be seen from such a vantage there would be much less heartache and toil and maybe a lot more peace perhaps some loneliness too but...
574: when we don’t tell our truth
by pbsartist | March 24, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
people become frustrated doubts disrupt reality no longer able to trust telling the world who they really are what they really feel a person sinks into ennui complacent agreement stands in for truth so that in the end the one nodding the deepest wins the battle to the...
573: rage
by pbsartist | March 22, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
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 end is...
572: sometimes even words
by pbsartist | March 20, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
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 gardens...
571: Ugh I am so sick of me
by pbsartist | March 18, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
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...
570: the anger is defiling
by pbsartist | March 16, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
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...
569: this morning the moon
by pbsartist | March 14, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
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 this...
568: we walked
by pbsartist | March 12, 2025 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
on through the rains that torn into our eyes her squint menacing even though I knew better others were out as well took no pause at her bristled hair squinted eyes it's a dogs way to avoid displeasure though there we were myself drenched herself obediently along for...