by pbsartist | Sep 25, 2024 | OPENstudio
Can I be read in my writing? Does it help readers bent over my words get the tell of my condition? Is the ache of my heart and the storm of my head leaked out onto the page as they each gently hold the edge of it in their fingertips, trying to not muss the black ink...
by pbsartist | Sep 23, 2024 | OPENstudio
I believe because in times like these this is the strongest power I can take possession of the truth that lies dormant latent to rise to form a new way hands raised healing there is time not much but some of us are paying attention paying in ways the others wont...
by pbsartist | Sep 21, 2024 | OPENstudio
Amidst the depths of written word tearing tendons from hearts pumping truth an email suggesting I need to be alerted to the necessity of lazer-lipo furnace refurbishing the size of my partners nethers enhanced my friend aching for her adult daughter, downs syndrome,...
by pbsartist | Sep 19, 2024 | OPENstudio
one must get outside oneself before words can take a page’s form without this exit strategy words can be ripe with remorse doubt fear this ego’s last charge sentences need separation from the form of the heart before they can speak worth while to stab...
by pbsartist | Sep 17, 2024 | OPENstudio
after that last post despairing I said will as if it’s replacement or solution there is something to that but what happens when will grows weary is this where the body gives up and the soul bless its heart has to rejuvenate into a new set of...
by pbsartist | Sep 15, 2024 | OPENstudio
A beautiful word alone even in definition ugly as well when it shows up in sense a verb then piercing stabbing wrenching life from little life soul crying out the heart tearing open while the mind searches about frantically looking ‘what?! what?!’ not the...
