This piece was written in collaboration with my dear friend soupie.r, who can be found on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/soupie.r/ It was a joy to work with you, soupie.r, and I hope we will have more future opportunities to create together. "Coda Darkness" - Recorded 3/7/2021 - Auroraboros and soupie.r - Objects, and the Distance Between … Continue reading Coda Darkness
I will not lie, I was not excited to revisit this piece 😅. Just the title is filled with a cringey sort of angst that does not leave me proud... But, as always, I was pleasantly surprised at how I was able to hear in it a bit of forward-thinking optimism and a desire to … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “‘The Cute Girl Left'”
For you. 💙 "…Every Word, Every Crease in the Page." - Recorded 1/3/2021 - Auroraboros - 1/3/2021 How I cherish you…I am thinking of you, even now. I am thinking……of the way your words always make me smile / not even your words, just the knowledge they are waiting……of your inviting eyes, as you look … Continue reading …Every Word, Every Crease in the Page.
This was a piece I had written last year after much reflection. It is short, and simple, but carries a lot of ideas I hold dear to me within it. I was inspired to record it today, and I am glad I did, as it imparted an important message to me. I hope that you … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “In All Things”
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
In all things The blade of grass The drop of dew The girl on the other side of the world who does not know How much she really means But will soon Even if she forgets again soon after In all things Light And a potential for it to go out Just the same as … Continue reading In All Things
Just last night I had a dream I stood in a field of emerald green Where a mouth it spoke from a face unseen In a language unknown But with a voice serene In this dream there was a girl And there was a time Where in her eyes I saw the world On her … Continue reading How Much You Mean to Me