Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Am I a broken man?To answer thatI would need to knowWhat it meansTo be whole. ReaderOh, my beloved readerAfter my own heartYou know meSo much betterThan anyone elseThan I knowMyself. I ask of you this:Does absenceEquate with emptiness?Does my lack of youOr your lack of meMean we are apart? Do you not stareInto spaces unoccupiedAnd … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “To Be Whole”
Originally published February 25, 2018, this piece gives a bit of insight into how I was processing my recent divorce and subsequent search for self and others amongst the "ruins" of my former life. It is a good reminder that there is always a new light, and we must continue in search of it even … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “New Light”
Appropriate that today's archive reading be a piece on the passing of time, perspective, and voice. This piece was originally published back on February 17, 2018, when all of these things were so much different than they are today. The words are very meaningful now, as always, eerie even to read and "hear" as myself … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Indicators of the Passing of Time”
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
What do we really know of love? There are so many who have tried to capture the essence of this deceptively simple word, In songs and poems, In books and short stories, In paintings and still-life photographs… Yet still we fail to fully capture or even grasp, A depth in words which is so apparent … Continue reading Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times
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
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)
What weighs on the heart Is heaviest of all, For a burden on That vital part Can bring us down, Overall, Can remind us That we are So very small. Hope remains, Here as in all other ways, Just as the darkest nights Often lead to the brightest days. For what is heavy on the … Continue reading What Weighs on the Heart
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday. To not be filled with wonder When staring up at the starry skies above When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light In all directions Moving So fast And yet so slowly As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space … Continue reading To Not Be Filled with Wonder
