"With Dreams" - Recorded 3/16/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them On a run… a jog… a walk…(More the latter than I care to admit)Through the East Side,Saint Paul, Minnesota. I seeRusted-out autos from garage to sidewalk;Their humble, hollow half-life draws my attention fromThe Earth,The Sky,And everything else that lies between,If only … Continue reading With Dreams
Originally published April 15, 2018, this piece spoke to my perceived worth and social/emotional isolation, a result of many years of repression of trauma and self, and then way it affected and was affected by my relationships with others. It is very meaningful to me to look back at how far I have come from … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Assumed Unwanted”
For Safa. Never stop dreaming. 💙 "May It Be So" - Recorded 12/22/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I saw the Prophet Elijah the other day.He was walking along a busy street with headphones in, laughing at whatever statement had been uttered on the other end of the line.His body moved … Continue reading May It Be So
This piece is another of the most popular here, and for good cause; this was a powerful statement of the love between myself and my partner, Blackbird. It is very meaningful to read this now, as, though we have redefined our relationship and are no longer in a relationship as we once were, we are … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Partner in Time”
My mother making dinner for her children, Alone. We were together Once more. My father and horses. The gates had all fallen down, And I ran to see. Walking up the hill, He looked at me and said: "Is that my son? No, it couldn't be…" Without hesitation, He kept walking.
The sorrows that once assailed us and held us in place Are now the sorrows of yesterday Replaced as such With the troubles and worries of today. We have woken so many days Doubtful of ourselves, Fearful of the challenges we know we face And ever more fearful of those we do not, But have … Continue reading …And the Sun is Shining Once More
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
I tried to play a song today
On an antique wooden piano;
I must admit,
I know now the first thing about how to do so
But neither do I really know
How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call "human",
Yet here I stand still,
So I figured I would give it a shot.