Flowers in the Snow

For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow

To Find the Divine

"To Find the Divine" - Recorded 12/27/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Do you only get dressed up to be seen?Haven’t you heard?You are a king;You are a queen.You are…Somewhere in between. Face thick withHeavy Makeup,Dripping and fallingDirtying the sheets,And no-one there to see. But pay no mind,You'll see in time:You … Continue reading To Find the Divine

Poetry Reading – “You Are Enough”

"You Are Enough" - Recorded 12/20/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them This is a very special piece, originally published here June 21, 2018. It has great meaning to me, and is also one of the most viewed here on my blog. As with many of my pieces, this was written for … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “You Are Enough”

Pull the Shades Down Low, My Love

Pull the shades down low, my loveOh, my love…My love which lies,Which lies, within,Without me, at times…A heart which beats as my own,A heart which beats as if my own,But set to a different tune… Pull the shades down low,Down low to the windowsill,Pull them low, that they might not see,That they might not see … Continue reading Pull the Shades Down Low, My Love

Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times

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

An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart

I sometimes imagine death And that which follows as Years and years and years of Being torn apart, Current manifestation of Whole self Becoming So many Satellite selves Splayed across the universe, Each finding their way through All of the edges and bends Of time And space And chance, Collecting and coagulating In small huddled … Continue reading An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart