Objects…

This is Part A of a series, a re-visitation of the core behind this project, in commemoration of my 200th recording/artwork and in acknowledgement of many changes occurring in life. The second part "...and the distance between them", is posted at https://objectsanddistance.com/2022/04/08/and-the-distance-between-them/ Thank you, sincerely, to all of those who have stuck with me through … Continue reading Objects…

no love story (-1)

The first in a series of 2; stay tuned. Inspired in part by a post by my friend Mirza, at https://www.instagram.com/p/CapVF0uO67D/ "no love story (-1)" - Recorded 3/5/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them no love story,no blood/glory,we,wrote a masterpiece,flew it high like kites,blue skies,over azure seas,disasters/tragedies,recovered masterfully,from each catastrophe,'til we could … Continue reading no love story (-1)

Something like the sun (2_22_22)

"Something like the sun (2_22_22) " - Recorded 2-22-2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them In the depth of a welcome breast,crying out,open heart like lungs,mouth,to draw you in;it's been so hard to breathe, lately. Baby, Iplace on open palm, pressed,yet not in lock / step,give to take, seldom best. It was … Continue reading Something like the sun (2_22_22)

Poetry Reading – “The Limitless Potential that Lies Between”

For Blackbird, on Christmas Day. That you might remember that none of this has changed and none of it ever will. You always matter and are always worth knowing, regardless of our dynamic. 💙 "The Limitless Potential that Lies Between" - Recorded 12/25/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Limitless Potential that Lies Between”

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)

Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she'd been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)