Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow
This piece is a guide, a chart to which I refer often to ensure that I am on course, and it seemed natural to revisit it for my daily reading today. I have often felt like I am lost, and, after returning to these words, and comforted to know that, despite the chaos I find … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “A Statement of Purpose”
For Angi. I am so grateful for your friendship, your love, your kindness, and all of the positive energy that comes with it. You are a perfect example of how, together, we all shine brighter. 💙 "The Conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter on the Winter Solstice in the Year 2020" - Recorded 12/21/2020 - Auroraboros … Continue reading The Conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter on the Winter Solstice in the Year 2020
Pinprick curl: You and I. Fold and grow... Fold and grow. All things must… All things must. Divide… To align. Divide… To survive. Built to… Built to go: To fall from the counter To linoleum and rubble Below.
What is Has not always been Just as what is not May have once been We are all here For such a limited period of time Able to observe and understand So little Of what is possible We wait Hoping That some day We may interact With something greater Bigger than ourselves Important With meaning … Continue reading Towards Where We are Meant to Be
Someone turned the page The lines here aren't the same Landscape re-arranged But the story has not changed.
In the mountains of the Carolinas I've worked to put it all behind but All the memories still bind us In a way But wait With new ones maybe I can find That there's still time enough And light enough A new mind, aligned, in spite of Scenes with dreams implied No white doves Only … Continue reading In the Mountains of the Carolinas
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 