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
"Oh, Window Pane!" - Recorded 1/7/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Oh, Window Pane!My God, my only hope!I would break you from your tether that I might make all my own the trees and the birds which you have captured just for me!In jars and vials, shadow boxes felted and gold … Continue reading Oh, Window Pane!
I have a friend who tells me she is broken, as so many pieces, shattered and scattered across the years, and I must admit I feel this way at times. There are moments when I am weak, finding myself alone in so many ways, despite the comforting words, the presence, even the intimate embrace of … Continue reading Broken
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
We have seen love, Time and time again, Grow tall from / cast shadows on Soil (de)composed of, Remnant desire long grown cold, Ready to be transformed to Roots / Branches / Leaves Vessels for Blossoming symbol of hope for Something akin to Ephemeral passion. We extend on trembling palm Renewed red rose -unprotected- To … Continue reading We Have Seen Love Wither and Die
New life grows Within; When the chrysalis finally falls away, What will emerge?
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
Ice grey trail Stonework cracked All smiling and white from fallen snow But beneath You are still Dirt and worms Moss and grass A waiting world Stories Hold for Sunlight summer
The sun is always shining Whether it falls unobstructed through clear blue skies Or comes down obscured by clouds and intermittent objects Some days It is hard to remember that the sun still burns That there is anything but the grey The fog of daily life filling our lives Pouring over and into our very … Continue reading The Light that Has Always Been Shining Down
The veneer is cracking Worn thin Having served for so long now As the barrier between What is And what is thought to be So with eager eyes We all await The day when at last The mask it falls Shattered to the floor And at long last We may perceive With clarity and lucid … Continue reading From Dust to Dirt and Back Again