Originally published April 18, 2018, this poem was inspired by a prolific author I had really come to admire and appreciate, Maggie Lawson (see more details below in the original post). "So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment" - Recorded 3/29/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment”
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Poetry Reading – “The Unparsed Past (Right Crescent)”
Originally published April 16, 2018, this piece was the second in a three-part series of poems from my first "collection", the "Crescent Collection". This piece was a look back along the the curve of change. "The Unparsed Past (Right Crescent)" - Recorded 3/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Unparsed Past (Right Crescent)”
A Dirty Sort of Clean
For you, once more, and forever. đź’™ "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean
Poetry Reading – “A Statement of Purpose”
This piece is a guide, a chart to which I refer often to ensure that I am on course, and it seemed natural to revisit it for my daily reading today. I have often felt like I am lost, and, after returning to these words, and comforted to know that, despite the chaos I find … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “A Statement of Purpose”
No Diamante, a Sua Preciosidade
This piece was written in collaboration with one of my most cherished friends, a Brazilian diamond in her own right, Sunflower. My sincere gratitude to her for the beautiful lines she has provided, and for the creative energy that was produced by this collaboration. I have dearly missed working together in this manner. Sunflower: A … Continue reading No Diamante, a Sua Preciosidade
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)
The Stream
The stream had run Through the middle Of the property For as long As they had lived there But not a one Had ever known Why Or from where It flowed. Now They know.
The Passage of Time
Oh, how relentless, the passage of time As leaves once green with the warmth of the summer sun now fade and fall And a chill pervades the air we draw from the dim stillness How I remember the days we first shared The crisp crackle of frozen snow beneath our feet And the howling of … Continue reading The Passage of Time
Dream Ourselves Awake
Am I alive and well? Some days I cannot tell. I walk, I talk, I breathe But am I really me? What does it mean to "be"? Is it only what you see? Or is there something missing In these lines, In shapes and shades and days, Too long at times, Too dense to be … Continue reading Dream Ourselves Awake