"Flicker" - Recorded 1/15/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them We cannot survive on sugar alone.Neither should we try to live without. Moderation, you see, is a concept greatly misunderstood and undervalued. The addict is not an addict for the pleasurable experiences they crave, but rather the lack of control afforded them … Continue reading Flicker
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
"Oh, Window Pane!" - Recorded 1/7/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Oh, Window Pane!My God, my only hope!I would break you from your tether that I might make all my own the trees and the birds which you have captured just for me!In jars and vials, shadow boxes felted and gold … Continue reading Oh, Window Pane!
Todays daily piece is not really new, but rather, a necessary return to roots. This was the first of my poems that was ever published, receiving second place in a free-verse poetry contest at my university in 2012 and with it, a spot in the literary journal called Prometheus (along with another of my poems … Continue reading Intrinsic Desire
This piece really struck me now, to look back at the glimmers of the understanding of love I am seeking now, whether I really understood what I was talking about or not. "Love Without Fear" - Recorded 12/28/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Love Without Fear”
Locust harp The swarm it sings One million wings So many strings Playing sweet With bows for feet Their symphony Locust harp Black skies for days Insect arrays Falling in waves Descending down Like rain from clouds Towards the ground Locust harp The fields are dead The streets run red The swarm is fed And … Continue reading Locust Harp