by pbsartist | Dec 28, 2024 | OPENstudio
A story is a model of reality. Something is always a metaphor. The hopeless thing in my heart stops falling and finds a small place to stand. Helen Garner The sounds inside sending up the day like the stomp of steps; the laugh of puddles; the deep reach of...
by pbsartist | Dec 26, 2024 | OPENstudio
we are looking for a new place this wintering of my soul is seeking a likeness on the outside he may not manage he may need to abandon my desires seeking out his warmer summer I must extricate myself from the unfortunates who ramble on or else I don’t just lose...
by pbsartist | Dec 24, 2024 | OPENstudio
in the dark I can make out the signs I’ve been here so many times though never before I am lost to nothing if I am honest maybe I’ve misunderstood the directions but I am not convinced the mapmaker knew the way when they drew the lines around this...
by pbsartist | Dec 22, 2024 | OPENstudio
you’re safe there colors you choose shapes you create images you recognize beyond earthly things such as school as this self replete with knowing we have lost but oh for some there is so much we have won I’ll take the loss to get the...
by pbsartist | Dec 20, 2024 | OPENstudio
I used to climb treeslove means something different from such a perspectiveit waited there for a girl too young to know the world too old to stop what’s becomenot for want of effort the mother tried I’ll give her thatboy crazy nothing will come of you who says...
by pbsartist | Dec 18, 2024 | OPENstudio
I read about heart being the navigator the barometer the guide to which to align our life a place to follow and to fall but I can’t find resonance long years find me trying to agree to feel what they say is there to be felt now no longer a search a seeking a...
