"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
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
"those clouds which were on the horizon" - Recorded 1/4/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them those clouds which were on the horizon…how they inspired fear in your heart! "surely" you thought "what was once a sunny day will shortly be no longer so"and how soon this proved to beas the shadows … Continue reading those clouds which were on the horizon
For you. "Do You Know That You Are Loved?" - Recorded 12/31/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Do you know that you are loved? I should hope so. I should hope that you have already been told that you are, in oh so many ways, and that you have committed it … Continue reading Do You Know That You Are Loved?
The sorrows that once assailed us and held us in place Are now the sorrows of yesterday Replaced as such With the troubles and worries of today. We have woken so many days Doubtful of ourselves, Fearful of the challenges we know we face And ever more fearful of those we do not, But have … Continue reading …And the Sun is Shining Once More
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
The world around me is aglow In a golden hue And I find contentment In the simple truths The little moments And the grandiosities All the same But there are still hours Days Weeks at times Where my attention is drawn To the shadows which fall Across the otherwise luminous landscape Cast by any of … Continue reading In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows