Poetry Reading – “Insignificant”

Originally published March 24, 2018. "Insignificant" - Recorded 2/7/2021 - 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/2018/03/24/insignificant/ You have been toldThat you are tooSmallYoungWeakNaiveSillyUnintelligentUnrealisticUnacceptableUnapproachableUnrelatableUndesirableUnforgivable... You have been told that you are insignificantYou have been told these thingsAnd the … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Insignificant” →

Oh, Window Pane!

"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! →

Poetry Reading – “Nothing is Ever Complete”

This piece of really one of the most powerful for me, the meaning and the way it came to me. This piece just... happened... as I was biking to work one morning, it just started to flow into my head, and I pulled over to the side of the road and wrote it all down … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Nothing is Ever Complete” →

we

For you. Yes, you. 💙 For us. That we might be. "we" - Recorded 12/25/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them *frum* *frum* *frum* from here,below the stale, dry airdown beneath the thin line betweenabove andbelowthe static of the world fadesand is replaced bythisthe heartsteadyand indifferentto whether it is heardor notyetnot unfeelingnot … Continue reading we →

What Weighs on the Heart

What weighs on the heart Is heaviest of all, For a burden on That vital part Can bring us down, Overall, Can remind us That we are So very small. Hope remains, Here as in all other ways, Just as the darkest nights Often lead to the brightest days. For what is heavy on the … Continue reading What Weighs on the Heart →

In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen

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 →

On a Sunday Morning in October

There is a soul sickness in the church. I can smell it on them As they stumble in to the American Legion on Burma Ave And proceed to verbally and emotionally abuse the serving staff Then retreat to their huddled circles To debate whether their all-encompassing love Could ever be extended to those whose values … Continue reading On a Sunday Morning in October →

In the End

In the end It is not sharpened claws that tear us apart Nor a flow of blood from our freshly torn flesh that draws the life from our bodies It is not dagger teeth that consume us Nor the acids of a churning stomach that digest our decaying forms No we do not stagger forward … Continue reading In the End →

All the While the Storms

We sat in circles under the tin roof of the old man's cottage Playing games and laughing well after the setting of the sun The wooden tables and chairs creaked Under the weight of our merriment The candles flickered From our breath like wind from a torn balloon There was not a head in the … Continue reading All the While the Storms →

Born of a Future Unrealized

We all begin With a bright light At our center Illuminating all we are But it is also from this center That we expand outward In our awareness And as such There is much of ourselves That goes unseen Even by our own eyes The light shines broadly Though time brings empty voids There are … Continue reading Born of a Future Unrealized →