"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
This piece is not technically new, but also not technically an archive reading. This piece was posted as a comment on April 15, 2018, and I have decided to revisit it her today as a full post. Enjoy. "Eventually, Everything" - Recorded 3/10/2021 Those with any stake in the game will tell youThat nothing lasts … Continue reading Eventually, Everything
This piece was written in collaboration with my dear friend soupie.r, who can be found on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/soupie.r/ It was a joy to work with you, soupie.r, and I hope we will have more future opportunities to create together. "Coda Darkness" - Recorded 3/7/2021 - Auroraboros and soupie.r - Objects, and the Distance Between … Continue reading Coda Darkness
"oh, mea culpa (8, again)" - Auroraboros - Recorded 2/24/2021 - Objects, and the Distance Between Them wehave always wereandare(our name is blue star)where the sign isthat which makes youso farall golden yellow pink and orangefresh yetcrawling naked in the rottenEarth and fleshrivers reddeadferment soiled fed to wedEmerald shimmer your dress nowI am not Godbut … Continue reading oh, mea culpa (8, again)
"Oh, Window Pane!" - Recorded 1/7/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Oh, Window Pane!My God, my only hope!I would break you from your tether that I might make all my own the trees and the birds which you have captured just for me!In jars and vials, shadow boxes felted and gold … Continue reading Oh, Window Pane!
"But Somehow I Can Still Breathe" - Recorded 12/28/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I amBeneath the azure seaAnd I amSinking down slowlyDrawn belowCovered with snake-like weeds But somehowI can stillBreathe I amAmongst the dirt and wormsAnd I amRotting from insideDead weightRiddled with disease and germs But somehowI can stillBreathe I … Continue reading But Somehow I Can Still Breathe
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
We have seen love, Time and time again, Grow tall from / cast shadows on Soil (de)composed of, Remnant desire long grown cold, Ready to be transformed to Roots / Branches / Leaves Vessels for Blossoming symbol of hope for Something akin to Ephemeral passion. We extend on trembling palm Renewed red rose -unprotected- To … Continue reading We Have Seen Love Wither and Die