Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"That i Am Not" - Recorded 2/24/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them On a Saturday, seated.i am watching the others, and they are dancing.They move with grace across the shining wood, and in the mirrors lining the room i see them.i am seated, trying my best not to crack and spill. … Continue reading That i Am Not
"On Letting Go" - Recorded 9/28/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I miss you more than you will ever know,but I've been working hard on letting go. INever thought you'd bein myevery thought,every dream,every sigh,every scream,every sight,every sound,yet in my life:never around,webelieved we had founddestiny,"meant to be"together;it broke my heartto see,apart,ties … Continue reading On Letting Go
"Oh, Window Pane!" - Recorded 1/7/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Oh, Window Pane!My God, my only hope!I would break you from your tether that I might make all my own the trees and the birds which you have captured just for me!In jars and vials, shadow boxes felted and gold … Continue reading Oh, Window Pane!
"But Somehow I Can Still Breathe" - Recorded 12/28/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I amBeneath the azure seaAnd I amSinking down slowlyDrawn belowCovered with snake-like weeds But somehowI can stillBreathe I amAmongst the dirt and wormsAnd I amRotting from insideDead weightRiddled with disease and germs But somehowI can stillBreathe I … Continue reading But Somehow I Can Still Breathe
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”
This was a very early piece I wrote, an optimistic perspective during another time of severe depression. It is still quite meaningful to me today; it is actually quite validating to read these words and see the progress I have made towards some of the goals I set for myself. I am very grateful to … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Light of a Good Day”
Feathered wings,In turn,Fold andSlow-burn,Melting likeA good sinWhere doesOne end,Where does,The next begin? Four flames,Two twins,Four candles,Flicker now in the wind. Warm air,Blowing in,Holding you,Blowing out and blowing through. East-west,Coast to coast,Your ghost,The part of us I miss the most. Pinch of Earth,In both hands,From either pole,North/South,Dry land. Blown out,Floating now,Wait for…The sedentary come down,Hold strong,Hold … Continue reading Feathered Wings
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
The outcome of the daily weather does not depend entirely upon The gusts of wind which carry over the oceans and seas From the turning of the Earth And the centrifugal force of its incredible mass Rather There are the most minute imperfections Movements Of beasts and of individuals That shift the balance ever so … Continue reading The Flapping of the Smallest Feather Wings
Locust harp The swarm it sings One million wings So many strings Playing sweet With bows for feet Their symphony Locust harp Black skies for days Insect arrays Falling in waves Descending down Like rain from clouds Towards the ground Locust harp The fields are dead The streets run red The swarm is fed And … Continue reading Locust Harp
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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