Sam Aureli
@samaureli.bsky.social
Design and Construction Professional | Poet | Father | Musician & Artist | Train your heart and mind to see the beauty in life.
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I wrote this poem after spending some time working in the asparagus patch. Nature has a lot to teach us, and sometimes the best lessons are waiting right in our own backyard.
First published in @prosetrics.bsky.social .
First published in @prosetrics.bsky.social .
November 14, 2025 at 12:38 PM
I wrote this poem after spending some time working in the asparagus patch. Nature has a lot to teach us, and sometimes the best lessons are waiting right in our own backyard.
First published in @prosetrics.bsky.social .
First published in @prosetrics.bsky.social .
Today you find a poem and a short interview. My poem, “Conversations with My Father” was published in Brawl Literature.
Sam Aureli — BRAWL
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November 14, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Today you find a poem and a short interview. My poem, “Conversations with My Father” was published in Brawl Literature.
I am beyond words. My first Pushcart Prize nomination! A special thanks to Venessa Tai Yeh and Opol for nominating my poem, "Made and Unmade." 😊
Below is a excerpt of the poem.
Below is a excerpt of the poem.
November 11, 2025 at 9:28 PM
I am beyond words. My first Pushcart Prize nomination! A special thanks to Venessa Tai Yeh and Opol for nominating my poem, "Made and Unmade." 😊
Below is a excerpt of the poem.
Below is a excerpt of the poem.
In the slow rhythm of the garden, I’m reminded that renewal begins long before anything blooms. “In the Waiting” is a meditation on pruning, patience, and the quiet faith of tending what endures beneath the surface.
In the Waiting
Pruning what has passed, making space for return
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November 11, 2025 at 1:43 PM
In the slow rhythm of the garden, I’m reminded that renewal begins long before anything blooms. “In the Waiting” is a meditation on pruning, patience, and the quiet faith of tending what endures beneath the surface.
I was going through my photo library, looking for a specific image for a future poem, when I came across this black and white photo of my hibiscus plant. I love how the monochrome tones make the petals appear even more delicate, almost like thin, translucent paper.
November 11, 2025 at 3:03 AM
I was going through my photo library, looking for a specific image for a future poem, when I came across this black and white photo of my hibiscus plant. I love how the monochrome tones make the petals appear even more delicate, almost like thin, translucent paper.
Ever since my trip to “God’s Country,” I’ve been writing more about faith, religion, and my complicated relationship with both. The photo was taken on the side of the road through Grand Teton Park. Something about that place still lingers.
November 10, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Ever since my trip to “God’s Country,” I’ve been writing more about faith, religion, and my complicated relationship with both. The photo was taken on the side of the road through Grand Teton Park. Something about that place still lingers.
A thousand shades of dust and sage, and one patch of gold brave enough to shine.
Pinedale, WY
Population 2,034
Elevation 7,175 feet
Pinedale, WY
Population 2,034
Elevation 7,175 feet
November 8, 2025 at 2:14 PM
A thousand shades of dust and sage, and one patch of gold brave enough to shine.
Pinedale, WY
Population 2,034
Elevation 7,175 feet
Pinedale, WY
Population 2,034
Elevation 7,175 feet
One benefit to early morning work commutes. The Boston skyline viewed from Memorial Drive.
November 7, 2025 at 6:20 PM
One benefit to early morning work commutes. The Boston skyline viewed from Memorial Drive.
A foggy September morning, the world fading into gray. These shots were taken on the road from McCall, ID to Missoula, MT, right before the climb through Lolo Pass.
November 5, 2025 at 2:11 PM
A foggy September morning, the world fading into gray. These shots were taken on the road from McCall, ID to Missoula, MT, right before the climb through Lolo Pass.
“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.” — Louise Glück
A moment revisited: danger, tenderness, and the kind of rescue that doesn’t always come.
A moment revisited: danger, tenderness, and the kind of rescue that doesn’t always come.
The Day My Father Ran Barefoot After the Dog
A childhood prose poem in the key of Richard Siken
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November 4, 2025 at 1:08 PM
“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.” — Louise Glück
A moment revisited: danger, tenderness, and the kind of rescue that doesn’t always come.
A moment revisited: danger, tenderness, and the kind of rescue that doesn’t always come.
I'm super excited that one of my poems has been shortlisted for the Bournemouth Writing Prize—though I'll have to wait another two months to learn the final results!
November 2, 2025 at 11:42 PM
I'm super excited that one of my poems has been shortlisted for the Bournemouth Writing Prize—though I'll have to wait another two months to learn the final results!
More leaf-peeing in the yard. I happen to catch the light just right peeking through the maple leaves.
November 2, 2025 at 11:41 PM
More leaf-peeing in the yard. I happen to catch the light just right peeking through the maple leaves.
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
— John Burroughs
— John Burroughs
November 1, 2025 at 12:28 AM
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
— John Burroughs
— John Burroughs
Before the frost, a final blaze of color. My blueberry leaves turning red, before fading into quiet.
November 1, 2025 at 12:14 AM
Before the frost, a final blaze of color. My blueberry leaves turning red, before fading into quiet.
“I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed.”
—Mary Oliver, The Summer Day
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed.”
—Mary Oliver, The Summer Day
October 31, 2025 at 11:44 AM
“I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed.”
—Mary Oliver, The Summer Day
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed.”
—Mary Oliver, The Summer Day
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October 28, 2025 at 12:48 PM
Perfect Christmas present and great reading! Available internationally from Amazon!
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Sometimes the act of watching light arrive feels like its own kind of prayer. This poem began in my backyard, before the sun, when quiet felt almost holy.
Dawn Prayer
A meditation on dawn, silence, and the art of being still
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October 28, 2025 at 11:38 AM
Sometimes the act of watching light arrive feels like its own kind of prayer. This poem began in my backyard, before the sun, when quiet felt almost holy.
I’ve spent a lifetime not only working in cities, but designing and building their monuments to the sky. “The City Asks for More” is a poem about what we give to the city, and what it keeps. About exhaustion, beauty, and the small rebellions that still sing. First published in @crowkeys.bsky.social
October 24, 2025 at 1:43 PM
I’ve spent a lifetime not only working in cities, but designing and building their monuments to the sky. “The City Asks for More” is a poem about what we give to the city, and what it keeps. About exhaustion, beauty, and the small rebellions that still sing. First published in @crowkeys.bsky.social
“The City Asks for More” is a poem about what we give to the city, and what it keeps. About exhaustion, beauty, and the small rebellions that still sing. Grateful to the @crowkeys.bsky.social editorial team for publishing my poem, now available on my Substack.
The City Asks for More
After Charles Simic
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October 21, 2025 at 11:37 AM
“The City Asks for More” is a poem about what we give to the city, and what it keeps. About exhaustion, beauty, and the small rebellions that still sing. Grateful to the @crowkeys.bsky.social editorial team for publishing my poem, now available on my Substack.
My poem, “Walking Past the End,” published in @crowkeys.bsky.social . A huge thank you to the editors.
Don't worry about the noises you hear behind you. It's safe here, we promise. As long as you don't look. Look instead at today's poem...
"Walking Past the End" by @samaureli.bsky.social
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"Walking Past the End" by @samaureli.bsky.social
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October 18, 2025 at 11:12 PM
My poem, “Walking Past the End,” published in @crowkeys.bsky.social . A huge thank you to the editors.
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Mark your calendar! Autum 2025 (7:2) Issue will be released on October 15th.
Look at this gorgeous cover, by “Unseated” Briana Gervat.
Look at this gorgeous cover, by “Unseated” Briana Gervat.
October 11, 2025 at 9:21 PM
Mark your calendar! Autum 2025 (7:2) Issue will be released on October 15th.
Look at this gorgeous cover, by “Unseated” Briana Gervat.
Look at this gorgeous cover, by “Unseated” Briana Gervat.
What helps you hold on through the silent hours? Do you find meaning in the struggle, or in the moments beyond it?
To Survive
Gathering the scattered fragments of hope
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October 14, 2025 at 11:46 AM
What helps you hold on through the silent hours? Do you find meaning in the struggle, or in the moments beyond it?
Somehow, this poem slipped through the cracks. “Unafraid” was published in Roots & Words from Iron Oak Editions and West Trade Review.
If you’re feeling lost in the dark, waiting for the light to return, remember: beauty can rise from the ashes.
If you’re feeling lost in the dark, waiting for the light to return, remember: beauty can rise from the ashes.
"Unafraid" by Sam Aureli
Trill: Poems that Resonate from Iron Oak Editions and West Trade Review
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October 11, 2025 at 2:59 PM
Somehow, this poem slipped through the cracks. “Unafraid” was published in Roots & Words from Iron Oak Editions and West Trade Review.
If you’re feeling lost in the dark, waiting for the light to return, remember: beauty can rise from the ashes.
If you’re feeling lost in the dark, waiting for the light to return, remember: beauty can rise from the ashes.
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We are so excited about this! Can't wait to start reading entries! Head over to the website for full submission guidelines...where you'll also find another submission opportunity!💎💎💎
October 9, 2025 at 2:01 PM
We are so excited about this! Can't wait to start reading entries! Head over to the website for full submission guidelines...where you'll also find another submission opportunity!💎💎💎
The patient wading of the blue heron. Stillness made visible.
Honored to have Blue Heron appear in Humana Obscura, Issue 14. Deep thanks to Leslie Waugh for the stunning photograph that walks beside the poem. You can now read it on my Substack. ☺️
Honored to have Blue Heron appear in Humana Obscura, Issue 14. Deep thanks to Leslie Waugh for the stunning photograph that walks beside the poem. You can now read it on my Substack. ☺️
Blue Heron
Learning the grace of what comes or what does not
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October 7, 2025 at 11:23 AM
The patient wading of the blue heron. Stillness made visible.
Honored to have Blue Heron appear in Humana Obscura, Issue 14. Deep thanks to Leslie Waugh for the stunning photograph that walks beside the poem. You can now read it on my Substack. ☺️
Honored to have Blue Heron appear in Humana Obscura, Issue 14. Deep thanks to Leslie Waugh for the stunning photograph that walks beside the poem. You can now read it on my Substack. ☺️