"if only in your memories and dreams" - Recorded 12/06/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them someday, we will return to the Earth,a corpserotting oras ashes, scattered,but today…today we are alive.each and everybreath |loss |moment |suffering or joy,a blessing,a gift,to be cherishedwith a grateful heart,flowingas bloodthrough our being. so oftenwe weep,lament,that which … Continue reading if only in your memories and dreams
…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 – “The Limitless Potential that Lies Between”
For Blackbird, on Christmas Day. That you might remember that none of this has changed and none of it ever will. You always matter and are always worth knowing, regardless of our dynamic. 💙 "The Limitless Potential that Lies Between" - Recorded 12/25/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Limitless Potential that Lies Between”
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”
That You May Never Feel Alone
They've entered your thoughts again, my dear, And by now I hope it's clear They've no interest in your best interest They offer nothing to you but fear. They've come to take what can be taken, To shake free what can be shaken, To pilfer while you're lulled to sleep, So my darling, please awaken. … Continue reading That You May Never Feel Alone
Black Magic Can Heal Too
I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. (And don't think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word "black" in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) You see I have come … Continue reading Black Magic Can Heal Too
That Which Does Not Waver
In this life it seems We are given Many precious objects and memories Which we treasure And love Above All but those We hold dear It would seem That what is precious Does not remain But rather traverses The dunes of time To be encountered and cherished But never to be taken As fixed We … Continue reading That Which Does Not Waver
These days Go by so quickly Before we know it Tomorrow has passed And today is but a memory We live Minute by minute Our eyes always searching for What comes next So seldom observing With clarity and adequate appreciation What we have now I do not wish To take for granted The time I … Continue reading These Days
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
An Empty Sort of Calm
There is An empty sort of calm That comes on days such as this An awareness That transcends expectations While at the very same time Reaffirming each of them One by one As we age We learn to be alone To hold our own All the while still clinging To that primal urge To be … Continue reading An Empty Sort of Calm
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