Hello readers, First and foremost, I just want to take a moment to thank those of you who have continued to read, to like, to comment, to support me, especially in the past several months. I really, really appreciate you, each and every one of you. I know I haven't been very active in the … Continue reading Author Update March 2021
Happy World Poetry Day, everyone. "When It Rains" - Recorded 3/21/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them When it rains,I can smell it in my heart,Aching now,The end of an era. The music is loud in the car stereo;It does not matter the song,The noise is soothing,Anything to drown out the silence. … Continue reading When It Rains
"With Dreams" - Recorded 3/16/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them On a run… a jog… a walk…(More the latter than I care to admit)Through the East Side,Saint Paul, Minnesota. I seeRusted-out autos from garage to sidewalk;Their humble, hollow half-life draws my attention fromThe Earth,The Sky,And everything else that lies between,If only … Continue reading With Dreams
"Love Like Rain, Like Sun" - Recorded 3/13/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Love like rain,Like sun,FallDown on me;Help me grow,Wash awayThe dirty grey,That whetherSunny skies orCloudy day,I might beTo othersAs I wish they might beTo me.
Originally published April 15, 2018, this piece spoke to my perceived worth and social/emotional isolation, a result of many years of repression of trauma and self, and then way it affected and was affected by my relationships with others. It is very meaningful to me to look back at how far I have come from … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Assumed Unwanted”
...and that is okay. "We Will Not Be Understood" - Recorded 3/4/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them We will not be understood.We will die alone andIn the arms of fear,Your face,Fingers grasping just to feel,To stare into,Not the space between,But that which lies beyond,Breaking,At long last,The mirror… Form:New,To take,Cracked and brittle … Continue reading We Will Not Be Understood
"we were born in the dirt" - Recorded 3/2/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them we were born in the dirtof the sons of fliesa world ofshadows dancing on the wallsmotion anddangercolor absent ourpale forms stepping to the lightwe seethe world beyond our limited perspectiveblinking with our hands cupped above our eyesshakingnaked … Continue reading we were born in the dirt
"Frame" - Recorded 2/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them feel waves crashebb now flowto wash through onbruise toe thegilded grains gotides changeslowblue dew movestoothat moon thono sun stillglow watch mewatch the skywe ican'tstandand shiverwait towither;no,bloom withnew teethgold likehalowreathwrapped likeleafnot to fade assand beneathfeetout of frame notout of reach
"It Feeds on Tears" - Recorded 2/1/2021 It feeds on tears. those empty eyes, andsallow skin,too smooth to trust,cheeks in permanent "blush"(ashamed by unquenchable lust?!)red and bloated as corpse,tilted smile justbecause it must;the embrace it seeks,to draw you in,more a spider's web thanarms of a friend. It feeds on tears.
"Time is Vast" - Recorded 1/29/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Time is vast. I do not need to do all things, all at once, even though at times I am undoubtedly compelled to and perhaps the joke is this is exactly what is happening, as I have seen that look … Continue reading Time is Vast