Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published April 8, 2018, this piece was the last of a series of three posts in response to a challenge from a wonderful friend, Dee. It was a joy to revisit the piece today... It rings true even now. "The Stumps of Prior Entanglements" - Recorded 2/28/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Stumps of Prior Entanglements”
For the light and for the darkness in all of us. For the warm feeling of love and acceptance, and for the sinking discomfort that sits in the pit of our stomachs. May we remember that both are always there, and always will be. "There Is, In All Things" - Recorded 12/26/2020 - Auroraboros - … Continue reading There Is, In All Things
For Blackbird, on Christmas Day. That you might remember that none of this has changed and none of it ever will. You always matter and are always worth knowing, regardless of our dynamic. 💙 "The Limitless Potential that Lies Between" - Recorded 12/25/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Limitless Potential that Lies Between”
Though the dynamic between myself and the person to whom this was originally written to has changed, the message remains the same. I hope that all of us can some day reach a point where we truly embrace the wonderful person that we are inside and seek to live a rich and full life regardless … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “You.”
* I am not crazy, Though the argument could be made; Some days I feel As if love is the same, A madness, accepted The difference the name. ** What often impedes Is what cannot be seen; We are more than just objects And there is far more Than distance between. *** As the day … Continue reading A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies
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)
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)
Day bleeds To night As the Long rays of Warm light Fade in To view Fade out Of sight
My dear, Do you not understand, Your value is inherent; There is nothing can define your worth, In your heart it is apparent. The way you smile, The way you laugh, The way you view the world around you Each little thing that makes you "you" Makes me so glad I've found you. I care … Continue reading You.
Water and stone Skin and bone Life and death Together or alone Even as cold wind blows above fields freshly coated in a light dusting of white snow The smell of spring is already being prepared in the soil below Even as the sun shines down above blistering blacktop coated in fresh lines of white … Continue reading Water and Stone
