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)

A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)

Part One: An Expression of Self (Home 1) "A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)" - Recorded 9/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Skin clings to bone likeHome:A place to call my own,A foreign word,In a near-forgotten phrase,I have not known inOh, so many ways,Distant now inTime and space,A remnant … Continue reading A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)

Flowers in the Snow

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

Poetry Reading – “In Well-Lit Rooms”

This piece, originally published February 14, 2018, was written after I had finally met up with a colleague for breakfast, eager to discuss thoughts on spirituality and metaphysics, only to be disappointed that this person seemed disinterested in anything that deviated from traditional Catholic theology. I reflected on the interaction (which never occurred again), and … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “In Well-Lit Rooms”

But Somehow I Can Still Breathe

"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