by pbsartist | Nov 8, 2024 | OPENstudio
so rich for nourishment so weak by words others speak so flush with first breath the trust of naivity it is not to cynicism turned this is reality yet in so far as it is so there is another way perhaps my soul says it will come there is another life can I begin...
by pbsartist | Nov 6, 2024 | OPENstudio
quiet at the margins my life has come to this the rush of days the voices of otherings the lessons prescribed to be taught none of these and all of these filtered through the scrim of years now piled full of nourishment said to sustain healing I want it all and none...
by pbsartist | Nov 4, 2024 | OPENstudio
a barometer to her days snuggled into a circle the rains will keep her tidily tight and cozy tomorrow sunshine warm skies she’ll beg and prance to be taken for a walk allowed to lounge against the white reflections warming her fur is this a dog’s life when...
by pbsartist | Nov 2, 2024 | OPENstudio
listen to the wildest voices in your head they tell a story of something so true the battle they’ll win in your listening is one they’ve fought since birth against the outside against the world against the voices that profess otherwise as if they know...
by pbsartist | Oct 31, 2024 | OPENstudio
human is a shepherd of clay. this said Heidegger I can agree to an extent or an interpretation joy and pleasure as well as pain and sorrow do not belong to us they are formed from the clay that has held so many voices recombined into the being we become this short...
by pbsartist | Oct 29, 2024 | OPENstudio
what if this melancholia were supposed to be not a bane an invasion a something to shun and get rid of what if it were here to speak or to simply be in much the same way joy visited in 1992 or wonder in 1990 or shock in ’93 what if melancholy were always simply...
