These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart

"These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart" - Recorded 1/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them You and I,In stride,Same earth, different sides.Foot down, same time.Hands up, same sky. Eager to love, ready to start,These beating hearts, for now apart…Why am I not where you are?Why must we wait, why are you so … Continue reading These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart

Poetry Reading – “Black Magic Can Heal Too”

I wrote this piece in early 2020, one of few pieces as I came out of a relatively hectic part of my life in which writing was sparse due in part to a series of traumatic experiences, overall stress, and a lack of general self-care as a result. This piece was a reflection, a delve … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Black Magic Can Heal Too”

Poetry Reading – “Falling Closer Together / We Will Not Fall Apart”

For today's reading, I decided to go WAY outside of my comfort bubble and try singing this piece, as it was originally intended. I am in no way a vocalist, and this was pretty intimidating for me, but also a lot of fun. I had enjoyed singing a few sings at karaoke last year (2019), … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Falling Closer Together / We Will Not Fall Apart”

An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart

I sometimes imagine death And that which follows as Years and years and years of Being torn apart, Current manifestation of Whole self Becoming So many Satellite selves Splayed across the universe, Each finding their way through All of the edges and bends Of time And space And chance, Collecting and coagulating In small huddled … Continue reading An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart

In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen

Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen