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...
by pbsartist | Sep 13, 2024 | OPENstudio
you must find your footing before you put your weight on it this part of you committed to action
by pbsartist | Sep 11, 2024 | OPENstudio
Grey is winter. January. It soaks into my skin, saturates my cells, sinks me into its weight like a hide, held on by wrinkles of fog and thick folds of melancholy. To assuage this elephantine appearance I determine to find another way. The fog, the grey, there in the...
