Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For those days. “We Feel in Waves” – Recorded 11/07/2022 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them We feel in waves. At times, they lap at the shores of our heart, cool and calm, manageable. At others, they crash loudly, roaring and pounding down upon us, threatening as they do any semblance of … Continue reading We Feel in Waves
This piece was written in collaboration with my dear friend, Mary Luz, or "Malu", who you can find on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/alhamdulillah_djmalu/. This piece is dedicated to my dear Gullig, my Angie, and all we have experienced, the memories we have, and the blessing of one another's presence. "Hello" - Recorded 2/4/2022 - Auroraboros & … Continue reading Hello
Originally published April 16, 2018, this piece was the first in a three-part set for my first "collection", the "Crescent Collection", a series of themed pieces based on my (grounded) lunar explorations. "In the Second-Hand Light of the Crescent Moon (Left Crescent)" - Recorded 3/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “In the Second-Hand Light of the Crescent Moon (Left Crescent)”
Originally published April 9, 2018, this is a celebration of a title and the joy the human who it was bestowed to brought and continues to brings to my life. "Your Name Alone" - Recorded 3/1/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Your Name Alone”
"That the Rains Might Fall" - Recorded 12/23/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I long for…love. Your love,and to love you just the same. Not merely to receive,neither to give,but to know,to feel,to be a part of, as if immersed in a flowing stream. All I have,all I am,on the altar … Continue reading That the Rains Might Fall
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
Tin roof raindrops,Words and sounds, fallingYour face,Dark cloud above and fog on the mirrorI reach, butI feel nothing.
The heart cries out,Even,And especially,When the tongue fails. Words cannot sayWhat we feel,Just as our bodies often failTo conveyThe impulses that drive them. At times IWish there was a wayTo give voice toThe pulse that runs beneath. She tells me to draw,Despite objections that I cannot,"With your left hand,"She tells me;"You will stop trying to … Continue reading The Heart Cries Out
For today's reading, I decided to go WAY outside of my comfort bubble and try singing this piece, as it was originally intended. I am in no way a vocalist, and this was pretty intimidating for me, but also a lot of fun. I had enjoyed singing a few sings at karaoke last year (2019), … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Falling Closer Together / We Will Not Fall Apart”
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
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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