Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
In Tehran, There is no hope, "A living hell" So they say on the TV box and in the pages filled With so many carefully chosen words. This is fine, Really, To be expected. I mean, Tehran is not in the United States, And that is just what happens When you are not in … Continue reading In Tehran
At times A pause Is needed A break In time To rest In the stillness Reflect upon What has been And prepare for What is yet to come The sun shines bright On a world of whistling white drifts and slush-filled alleyways And on the air There is a touch of spring A sense Of … Continue reading A Pause
The Earth is alive Even when it is sleeping Under so many layers Of ice and debris Clinging tightly To the frozen ground As loose debris blows Gently over the layered snow Traveling From place to place Participating In an equation far too complex to be captured within the realm of our understanding An equation … Continue reading Life, and the Path It Follows
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
There is no sky above No Earth below Just space Time Unfolding Collapsing and expanding Flowing through Around Between All of objects and the distance between them Filling Each and every corner Until there is nothing to separate The black from the white The light from the darkness The shadows of night From the glow … Continue reading Where We Fit In
As we begin another year We must look back At what has already passed As well as ahead Towards what may still come to be Recognizing That though many difficulties have stood in our way We have continued nonetheless. There are so many paths forward And each one of them is filled With pain as … Continue reading May We All Be Blessed
Smoke curls gently from the end of a lit cigarette Hanging in the air The light filtering slowly through As the clouds drift aimlessly in the open air Before falling softly to the floor below For a moment I am lost My mind captured in the swirling smoke Twisting and floating Moving aimlessly against minimal … Continue reading With a Breath
Alone Chill to fill bones Shiver Ancient, patient river Choke back the black smoke Breath Taste like waste Death
Empty hours Sleeping while the sun shines Lead to long and restless nights While the moon is high The stars are bright But they are obscured As grey clouds fill the sky And darkness abounds
The dying sun Casts the city skyline into a crimson hue And for a moment Everything else fades away And I am left searching for my lungs Searching for the feeling I know is there But cannot quite place into words A sentimental sort of glow That makes its way through my body From my … Continue reading An Elusive Clarity
