Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published April 10, 2018, this piece is a reflection on an intimate encounter, the history behind it, and the future it precipitated. "Touch" - Recorded 3/2/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/04/10/touch/ Skin on skinFingertips … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Touch”
"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)
"You Do Not Need to Smile" - Recorded 1/21/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them You do not need to smile.You don't need to be okay.You don't need to tell me that you love me.I will love you either way. There is no need to clearthe tears from underneath your eyes,let them … Continue reading You Do Not Need to Smile
"It Feeds on Tears" - Recorded 2/1/2021 It feeds on tears. those empty eyes, andsallow skin,too smooth to trust,cheeks in permanent "blush"(ashamed by unquenchable lust?!)red and bloated as corpse,tilted smile justbecause it must;the embrace it seeks,to draw you in,more a spider's web thanarms of a friend. It feeds on tears.
For you. "I'm Sorry. I Forgive You. I Love You, Always." - Recorded 1/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I'm sorry. I forgive you. I love you, always. 💙
This piece was a collaboration with a good friend, Dusyant, who I met on the Ablo platform, an app that connects you with strangers from around the world and allows you to chat with them without language barriers due to automatic translation. This platform has increasingly become a core part of my life, as an … Continue reading Negative Thoughts – A Collaboration
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
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
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
