Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"The River Only Runs in One Direction" - Recorded 2/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The river only runs in one direction,from the headwaters in splashing fields with children dirty in the mud,to the streams and runoff which bleed out over the surface of the earth,dripping through fields and over the … Continue reading The River Only Runs in One Direction
"In the Light of Another Night" - Recorded 1/21/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them In the light of another nightI had found you… you were on the ground,you were kneeling down,and the sound that you were makingmade me shiver,made me want to want to turn aroundand walk the other way… but … Continue reading In the Light of Another Night
Greetings, Below is my second recording of an old piece called "When the Storm is Over", originally published in October of 2020. As with many of my pieces, this was originally written to speak to what was going on in my own personal life, as well as to the situation that a specific person I … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
Today, I was nominated for a Liebster award by fellow blogger, Sonali, of the blog Just Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/) Thank you very much to Sonali. Below is my response to this nomination. About Sonali and Just Me According to Sonali's About Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/about-me/): Hello beautiful people, I’m Sonali, the author of Just me. I’m an 18 year old from … Continue reading 2020 Liebster Nomination (Sonali)
In the end,We are nothing more than a dropIn the ocean that is time.
The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
* I am not crazy, Though the argument could be made; Some days I feel As if love is the same, A madness, accepted The difference the name. ** What often impedes Is what cannot be seen; We are more than just objects And there is far more Than distance between. *** As the day … Continue reading A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies
A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored. The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
This piece was written in collaboration with the light-bringer Lykke, my dear friend whose prose inspired a deluge of thoughts and actions, as well the words below. My sincere thanks to her for all we have discussed and all we still have to learn from each other. Lykke: Milestones… When my day starts here Your … Continue reading Milestones
I will Wait Until the sound has made Its mark upon this stage Until the clock has left Its mark upon this face Until the room Is quiet Once more Was once we did create When the hour was growing late When the day began To waste away Now we only lay Lay To waste … Continue reading Until the Room is Quiet Once More
