a crude apparatus

a crude apparatus – Recorded 03/20/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them cobbled likedinner when you don't careso much forthe finer things asgetting somethingin your reluctant stomachasidebile and a metallic ringing. staringstraight through and upto your chestnot for the soft spacesbut rather the cold and hardened space withinsomething like a knotthrough which once … Continue reading a crude apparatus

Poetry Reading – “MJ(S)C”

Originally published April 4, 2018, this piece was written to my dear friend Blackbird, who is known by so many names, and loved dearly no matter the monicker. "MJ(S)C" - Recorded 2/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “MJ(S)C”

Poetry Reading – “Assumptions and Practical Cynicism”

Originally published March 6, 2018, this piece was day one of a Three-Day Quote Challenge from one of my beloved blog authors, Dee. I miss those days, and the community I found here. I am sorry to everyone that I have not been as active. My life has changed, and I cannot go back, though … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Assumptions and Practical Cynicism”

Turn and Toil

"Turn and Toil" - Recorded 2/3/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Torn open nowHearts apartFresh spring soilRend as with plow Meant to sowFull green endowFrom which to reapIntent to grow From low to highBright sun it roseSink then belowLive life to die Late nights in JuneSun to skyLight of dayDim too soon Once bright and fullNow halo hollowStill hallowed moonEven dark and dull Start to new endDynamic range pullAs to changeSeason and friend Weeds grew tallSeeds to leavesWithered deadTurn to fall Drop belowRot to callDecay to feedLearn to know Pain to … Continue reading Turn and Toil

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