Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
absence/presence - Recorded 04/07/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them For every threshold crossed, yet another new arises;The falling of the moon beckons the day, just as the dying sun calls her back to rise once more.There is no stone that has forever gone unturned, no sky which has not seen a … Continue reading absence/presence
Originally published April 16, 2018, this collection of pieces was in response to a "Real Neat Blog" nomination courtesy of one of my dearest fellow poets of all times, "A Thought for Change". I really miss these days, and I miss you, my friend. "All Shades of Blue" - Recorded 3/17/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Collection from ‘Real Neat Blog Nomination'”
"These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart" - Recorded 1/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them You and I,In stride,Same earth, different sides.Foot down, same time.Hands up, same sky. Eager to love, ready to start,These beating hearts, for now apart…Why am I not where you are?Why must we wait, why are you so … Continue reading These Beating Hearts, For Now Apart
"Hope" - Recorded 12/24/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them 20/20 (eyes)mirrorstill (not calm)only self (not -care)centered (now self-)deception (still self- (not calm))found love (as art)shadow box lifepinned to (too)as butterfly (dreaming)at times (awake) ego (death)selfnew (self)ego (death)selfnew (self)8 life (ends)death (begins)eyes (open)self (you)you (self) Hope. Artwork featured by Benjamin Wuest (Condensed … Continue reading Hope.
In the world today There is a yawning But it is not from lack of sleep… Rather, Too many have slept for far too long And are waking to see That the world has changed And that they must adapt to survive. I stepped out into the world today Without ever leaving the house, I … Continue reading In the World Today
To sleep is not always to dream. Why then Do we assume that to dream We must always be sleeping? We have seen the vacant look in the eyes of Colleagues, Friends, Strangers on the Green Line train; We have wandered the empty hallways and corridors of buildings vacant all other human life, A curious … Continue reading To Sleep is Not Always to Dream
This piece was written in collaboration with the light-bringer Lykke, my dear friend whose prose inspired a deluge of thoughts and actions, as well the words below. My sincere thanks to her for all we have discussed and all we still have to learn from each other. Lykke: Milestones… When my day starts here Your … Continue reading Milestones
Another day has passed; The Earth has turned once more Around the sun, The darkness swallowing the light Giving way to the dark hours of the night Illuminated only By the glow of the silver moon. The sounds of the waking world Recede slowly Making way for The stillness of the empty hours Between the … Continue reading Another Day Has Passed
The words spill out from time to time Like blood from an open wound Dark and thick against the backdrop Of shallow conversation There are terrors worse Than those we face in the waking world Horrors that haunt The empty moments The spaces between The noise and the silence When the pounding in our ears … Continue reading Like Blood From an Open Wound
Light of new day breaks Streaming in through open eyes The wait is over
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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