I’m Sorry. I Forgive You. I Love You, Always.

For you. "I'm Sorry. I Forgive You. I Love You, Always." - Recorded 1/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I'm sorry. I forgive you. I love you, always. 💙

These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart

"These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart" - Recorded 1/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them You and I,In stride,Same earth, different sides.Foot down, same time.Hands up, same sky. Eager to love, ready to start,These beating hearts, for now apart…Why am I not where you are?Why must we wait, why are you so … Continue reading These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart →

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 →

A Dirty Sort of Clean

For you, once more, and forever. 💙 "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean →

The Heart Cries Out

The heart cries out,Even,And especially,When the tongue fails. Words cannot sayWhat we feel,Just as our bodies often failTo conveyThe impulses that drive them. At times IWish there was a wayTo give voice toThe pulse that runs beneath. She tells me to draw,Despite objections that I cannot,"With your left hand,"She tells me;"You will stop trying to … Continue reading The Heart Cries Out →

a winged lament

the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament →

The Sounds of Springtime

The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime →

I Will / Never / Forget

I will... Never / be the same person who used to rise at 5:30am every morning / ready within 15 minutes / on my bicycle in –15 degree weather / no gloves and a smile on my face / sun shining down / Greet each morning / embrace the new day / maybe on a … Continue reading I Will / Never / Forget →

A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies

* I am not crazy, Though the argument could be made; Some days I feel As if love is the same, A madness, accepted The difference the name. ** What often impedes Is what cannot be seen; We are more than just objects And there is far more Than distance between. *** As the day … Continue reading A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies →

Milestones

This piece was written in collaboration with the light-bringer Lykke, my dear friend whose prose inspired a deluge of thoughts and actions, as well the words below. My sincere thanks to her for all we have discussed and all we still have to learn from each other. Lykke: Milestones… When my day starts here Your … Continue reading Milestones →