Poetry Reading – “To the Light of an Unobstructed Star (Sol)”

Originally published April 18, 2018, this piece is technically part of the Crescent Collection but also not. It is a new beginning, but also an end. It is what it is. I hope you enjoy. 💙 "To the Light of an Unobstructed Star (Sol)" - Recorded 3/21/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “To the Light of an Unobstructed Star (Sol)”

Poetry Reading – “In the Second-Hand Light of the Crescent Moon (Left Crescent)”

Originally published April 16, 2018, this piece was the first in a three-part set for my first "collection", the "Crescent Collection", a series of themed pieces based on my (grounded) lunar explorations. "In the Second-Hand Light of the Crescent Moon (Left Crescent)" - Recorded 3/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “In the Second-Hand Light of the Crescent Moon (Left Crescent)”

in a room without windows

"in a room without windows" - Recorded 2/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them to seea light where there is noneblessedto observe as wellan absence ofin abundanceknowing darkness is not light aslight is not darknessyetwithout onethe other cannot be in a room without windowslight enters onlythrough wired bulbs or flickering wicksillumination by … Continue reading in a room without windows

Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times

What do we really know of love? There are so many who have tried to capture the essence of this deceptively simple word, In songs and poems, In books and short stories, In paintings and still-life photographs… Yet still we fail to fully capture or even grasp, A depth in words which is so apparent … Continue reading Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored.   The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen

Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen