"These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart" - Recorded 1/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them You and I,In stride,Same earth, different sides.Foot down, same time.Hands up, same sky. Eager to love, ready to start,These beating hearts, for now apart…Why am I not where you are?Why must we wait, why are you so … Continue reading These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart
"I Have Cursed the Moon" - Recorded 12/30/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them What is to be done?How to make this right?How does anyoneeven sleep at night? I have screamed.I have cried.I have cursed the moon,wishing I had died…and I have tried. And yet… The sun each day,it circles 'round,whether its … Continue reading I Have Cursed the Moon
"But Somehow I Can Still Breathe" - Recorded 12/28/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I amBeneath the azure seaAnd I amSinking down slowlyDrawn belowCovered with snake-like weeds But somehowI can stillBreathe I amAmongst the dirt and wormsAnd I amRotting from insideDead weightRiddled with disease and germs But somehowI can stillBreathe I … Continue reading But Somehow I Can Still Breathe
"Hope" - Recorded 12/24/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them 20/20 (eyes)mirrorstill (not calm)only self (not -care)centered (now self-)deception (still self- (not calm))found love (as art)shadow box lifepinned to (too)as butterfly (dreaming)at times (awake) ego (death)selfnew (self)ego (death)selfnew (self)8 life (ends)death (begins)eyes (open)self (you)you (self) Hope. Artwork featured by Benjamin Wuest (Condensed … Continue reading Hope.
For Safa. Never stop dreaming. 💙 "May It Be So" - Recorded 12/22/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I saw the Prophet Elijah the other day.He was walking along a busy street with headphones in, laughing at whatever statement had been uttered on the other end of the line.His body moved … Continue reading May It Be So
It was here that we learned to love;not the kind of love that brings a blush to the cheeks,no, not the kind of love which is all too often confused with the lust that leads to hasty marriage that leads to depression that leads to divorce,but the kind of love that is formed of the … Continue reading Here, Where the Hollyhock Once Grew Tall
This piece was written in collaboration with one of my most cherished friends, a Brazilian diamond in her own right, Sunflower. My sincere gratitude to her for the beautiful lines she has provided, and for the creative energy that was produced by this collaboration. I have dearly missed working together in this manner. Sunflower: A … Continue reading No Diamante, a Sua Preciosidade
Today, I was nominated for a Liebster award by fellow blogger, Sonali, of the blog Just Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/) Thank you very much to Sonali. Below is my response to this nomination. About Sonali and Just Me According to Sonali's About Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/about-me/): Hello beautiful people, I’m Sonali, the author of Just me. I’m an 18 year old from … Continue reading 2020 Liebster Nomination (Sonali)
My mother making dinner for her children, Alone. We were together Once more. My father and horses. The gates had all fallen down, And I ran to see. Walking up the hill, He looked at me and said: "Is that my son? No, it couldn't be…" Without hesitation, He kept walking.
To sleep is not always to dream. Why then Do we assume that to dream We must always be sleeping? We have seen the vacant look in the eyes of Colleagues, Friends, Strangers on the Green Line train; We have wandered the empty hallways and corridors of buildings vacant all other human life, A curious … Continue reading To Sleep is Not Always to Dream