"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
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Flowers in the Snow
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
…Every Word, Every Crease in the Page.
For you. 💙 "…Every Word, Every Crease in the Page." - Recorded 1/3/2021 - Auroraboros - 1/3/2021 How I cherish you…I am thinking of you, even now. I am thinking……of the way your words always make me smile / not even your words, just the knowledge they are waiting……of your inviting eyes, as you look … Continue reading …Every Word, Every Crease in the Page.
Poetry Reading – “Partner in Time”
This piece is another of the most popular here, and for good cause; this was a powerful statement of the love between myself and my partner, Blackbird. It is very meaningful to read this now, as, though we have redefined our relationship and are no longer in a relationship as we once were, we are … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Partner in Time”
Pull the Shades Down Low, My Love
Pull the shades down low, my loveOh, my love…My love which lies,Which lies, within,Without me, at times…A heart which beats as my own,A heart which beats as if my own,But set to a different tune… Pull the shades down low,Down low to the windowsill,Pull them low, that they might not see,That they might not see … Continue reading Pull the Shades Down Low, My Love
Where Once the Salamanders
Where once the salamanders Came to crawl and make their beds Along the flowers beneath the windows perched On cool summer nights Soon to be plucked and carefully set upon The dewy grass. Now there are but biting beetles, Buckthorn trees that shout loudly like used car salesmen when they see an easy mark, Dried … Continue reading Where Once the Salamanders
This Storm
This storm Has raged for so long Beating down on the worn and weary roof Uprooting trees and power lines Leaving only ruin in its wake And you have held strong Throughout the deluge But to give in Is not always to give up Now I do believe It is time To pry the boards … Continue reading This Storm
In the End
In the end It is not sharpened claws that tear us apart Nor a flow of blood from our freshly torn flesh that draws the life from our bodies It is not dagger teeth that consume us Nor the acids of a churning stomach that digest our decaying forms No we do not stagger forward … Continue reading In the End
In the Mountains of the Carolinas
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
Dream Ourselves Awake
Am I alive and well? Some days I cannot tell. I walk, I talk, I breathe But am I really me? What does it mean to "be"? Is it only what you see? Or is there something missing In these lines, In shapes and shades and days, Too long at times, Too dense to be … Continue reading Dream Ourselves Awake
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