Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Happy World Poetry Day, everyone. "When It Rains" - Recorded 3/21/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them When it rains,I can smell it in my heart,Aching now,The end of an era. The music is loud in the car stereo;It does not matter the song,The noise is soothing,Anything to drown out the silence. … Continue reading When It Rains
Originally published April 17, 2018, this piece was a epilogue of sorts to the Crescent Collection. This piece has a special place in my heart, and always will. "Then It Grows Dark (Eclipse)" - Recorded 3/18/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Then It Grows Dark (Eclipse)”
Originally published April 16, 2018, this collection of pieces was in response to a "Real Neat Blog" nomination courtesy of one of my dearest fellow poets of all times, "A Thought for Change". I really miss these days, and I miss you, my friend. "All Shades of Blue" - Recorded 3/17/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Collection from ‘Real Neat Blog Nomination'”
This piece was inspired by a photo taken and posted by my newfound friend, Lukáš Kubinec, available on his Instagram (@lkubinec) at https://www.instagram.com/p/B_p5Bw_HPlg/ "perspectives on a damaged feather" - Recorded 3/3/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them fallen fromthe wing of an unknown birdmid-flightaloft in the converging currentsor perhaps during a practice … Continue reading perspectives on a damaged feather
"oh, mea culpa (8, again)" - Auroraboros - Recorded 2/24/2021 - Objects, and the Distance Between Them wehave always wereandare(our name is blue star)where the sign isthat which makes youso farall golden yellow pink and orangefresh yetcrawling naked in the rottenEarth and fleshrivers reddeadferment soiled fed to wedEmerald shimmer your dress nowI am not Godbut … Continue reading oh, mea culpa (8, again)
"You Do Not Need to Smile" - Recorded 1/21/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them You do not need to smile.You don't need to be okay.You don't need to tell me that you love me.I will love you either way. There is no need to clearthe tears from underneath your eyes,let them … Continue reading You Do Not Need to Smile
For everyone. May Love be bold and strong, likewise, may love wither and die that the heart might live. "Each and Every Cloud" - Recorded 2/13/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Each and every cloudWishingFold neatInWalletFishingSeatPocketMine.9Save forNext time SacredSighsListeningNakedThighsTo beKissingGlistening-breathe-LickingSweat toTasteWetBristlingWait stateMissingYour breathMy neckGreat sexNo blessApexLess textBad betYour heartMyPetHeavySet getReadyBreak levyWasteEveryChasteReverieLikeSoiled … Continue reading Each and Every Cloud
"Frame" - Recorded 2/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them feel waves crashebb now flowto wash through onbruise toe thegilded grains gotides changeslowblue dew movestoothat moon thono sun stillglow watch mewatch the skywe ican'tstandand shiverwait towither;no,bloom withnew teethgold likehalowreathwrapped likeleafnot to fade assand beneathfeetout of frame notout of reach
Originally published March 24, 2018. "Insignificant" - Recorded 2/7/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/03/24/insignificant/ You have been toldThat you are tooSmallYoungWeakNaiveSillyUnintelligentUnrealisticUnacceptableUnapproachableUnrelatableUndesirableUnforgivable... You have been told that you are insignificantYou have been told these thingsAnd the … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Insignificant”
"My Place is Here, With You" - Recorded 2/4/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them for every one of us… a songand a reason to sing it. a danceand a rhythm to move us. the trees,they are never alone;the soil holds them tight,in gracious union asthe branches offer their leaves,falling softly in … Continue reading My Place is Here, With You
