Poetry Reading – “Holding Out Hope”

Originally published March 2, 2018, this piece is near and dear to my heart, in so many ways, and I am very glad to revisit it today. "Holding Out Hope" - Recorded 1/16/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Holding Out Hope”

Poetry Reading – “The Space I Occupy”

Published February 21, 2018, this is an ode to space, to perspective, to intent. I can remember every moment from when I thought of and wrote this, where I was and what was looking at, my perspective, my hopes, my dreams, my emotions... all of it. I am not sure why this particular piece encapsulated … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Space I Occupy”

Poetry Reading – “In Well-Lit Rooms”

This piece, originally published February 14, 2018, was written after I had finally met up with a colleague for breakfast, eager to discuss thoughts on spirituality and metaphysics, only to be disappointed that this person seemed disinterested in anything that deviated from traditional Catholic theology. I reflected on the interaction (which never occurred again), and … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “In Well-Lit Rooms”

Poetry Reading – “Say I Love You”

Hello everyone, I have finally recorded my first audio version of one of my poems (outside of the experimental recordings in the anechoic/echo chambers), and I am excited to share it here as an update to my 2018 piece "Say I Love You". I have wanting to do this been working up to this for … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Say I Love You”

Feathered Wings

Feathered wings,In turn,Fold andSlow-burn,Melting likeA good sinWhere doesOne end,Where does,The next begin? Four flames,Two twins,Four candles,Flicker now in the wind. Warm air,Blowing in,Holding you,Blowing out and blowing through. East-west,Coast to coast,Your ghost,The part of us I miss the most. Pinch of Earth,In both hands,From either pole,North/South,Dry land. Blown out,Floating now,Wait for…The sedentary come down,Hold strong,Hold … Continue reading Feathered Wings

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

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)