Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published March 3, 2018. "To Be Human" - Recorded 1/15/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/03/03/to-be-human/ To seeOurselvesOutside of the currentFrameWhich time has formed around us To understandThe impactOf our actionsThe weightOf our wordsAnd the … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “To Be Human”
"To Sit in the Sunlight" - Recorded 1/13/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them To sit in the sunlight, knowing it will warm the surface of our skin but could never be made into a sweater or robe. To watch the clouds pass, recognizing their soft and gentle nature, appreciating their flowing … Continue reading To Sit in the Sunlight
"I Have Cursed the Moon" - Recorded 12/30/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them What is to be done?How to make this right?How does anyoneeven sleep at night? I have screamed.I have cried.I have cursed the moon,wishing I had died…and I have tried. And yet… The sun each day,it circles 'round,whether its … Continue reading I Have Cursed the Moon
I wrote this piece in early 2020, one of few pieces as I came out of a relatively hectic part of my life in which writing was sparse due in part to a series of traumatic experiences, overall stress, and a lack of general self-care as a result. This piece was a reflection, a delve … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Black Magic Can Heal Too”
Hello everyone, I have finally recorded my first audio version of one of my poems (outside of the experimental recordings in the anechoic/echo chambers), and I am excited to share it here as an update to my 2018 piece "Say I Love You". I have wanting to do this been working up to this for … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Say I Love You”
The sorrows that once assailed us and held us in place Are now the sorrows of yesterday Replaced as such With the troubles and worries of today. We have woken so many days Doubtful of ourselves, Fearful of the challenges we know we face And ever more fearful of those we do not, But have … Continue reading …And the Sun is Shining Once More
This isA world of suffering. We can never hope to receiveComfort and contentmentIf we search for it inThe material world. Love and peace can only comeFrom within and the source from which that draws,As well as from one another,In our treatment of each other,In the choices we make,And in our behaviors thusly.
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
I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. (And don't think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word "black" in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) You see I have come … Continue reading Black Magic Can Heal Too
In Tehran, There is no hope, "A living hell" So they say on the TV box and in the pages filled With so many carefully chosen words. This is fine, Really, To be expected. I mean, Tehran is not in the United States, And that is just what happens When you are not in … Continue reading In Tehran
