Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published March 16, 2018. Audio and thematic drawing added 1/31/2021. "Even Evil" - Recorded 1/31/2021 - 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/2018/03/16/even-evil/ I know you have seen themIn the cornersOf empty roomsIn the stillness that comesJust … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Even Evil”
"Flicker" - Recorded 1/15/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them We cannot survive on sugar alone.Neither should we try to live without. Moderation, you see, is a concept greatly misunderstood and undervalued. The addict is not an addict for the pleasurable experiences they crave, but rather the lack of control afforded them … Continue reading Flicker
"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!
Well, today seemed the day to finally revisit the collaboration that started this all, the namesake of this blog and a catalyst for a massive change in our life. This piece was one of our first collaborations, and it was so fitting that it would be with perhaps the longest-running friend I've ever had, Riley … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Objects, and the Distance Between Them”
And if all these friends are not the young and beautiful women they portray themselves as,If they are middle-age men in small rooms with a flickering lightbulb shining down on a yellowed keyboard,I should hope I would love them even still,More perhaps;Do not scammers and catfish need love too? What line is to be drawn … Continue reading Forgive and Be Kind
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)
