Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
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
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 is another of the most popular here, and for good cause; this was a powerful statement of the love between myself and my partner, Blackbird. It is very meaningful to read this now, as, though we have redefined our relationship and are no longer in a relationship as we once were, we are … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Partner in Time”
"You Are Enough" - Recorded 12/20/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them This is a very special piece, originally published here June 21, 2018. It has great meaning to me, and is also one of the most viewed here on my blog. As with many of my pieces, this was written for … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “You Are Enough”
This was a very early piece I wrote, an optimistic perspective during another time of severe depression. It is still quite meaningful to me today; it is actually quite validating to read these words and see the progress I have made towards some of the goals I set for myself. I am very grateful to … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Light of a Good Day”
This piece was written in collaboration with someone who submitted the first piece to me, which truly inspired me in a way I have not been in some time. Unfortunately, this person did not provide their information so I do not have anything more to credit them with. If you are the author, please let … Continue reading Even A Little Lost
There is a soul sickness in the church. I can smell it on them As they stumble in to the American Legion on Burma Ave And proceed to verbally and emotionally abuse the serving staff Then retreat to their huddled circles To debate whether their all-encompassing love Could ever be extended to those whose values … Continue reading On a Sunday Morning in October
For David Lynch. Thank you for all that you do. WatchThe lightMoveListenTo the soundsThe way they bounceAnd reflectFrom and toThose whoNeed it to seeNeed it to hearWhat was thereAll along. Where does it goWhyAnd what legacy does it leave behind?
Never have I seen before A light that shines as yours What you exude Cannot be found In markets or in stores. The world around you seems to glow Colors come alive Time seems to slow To shimmer To stop Your silhouette Captured In the very light Which falls around you like snow. Never have … Continue reading Never Have I Seen Before
Do we not all exist As figures in a grand portrait Captured Each second In a cosmic still-life Our lives existing Within As well as between Each vibration Each motion Each advancement of the scene? We are all here Together Huddled On an improbable And utterly awesome Sphere of space debris That is spinning through … Continue reading Each With Their Own Story to Tell
