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 .
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.
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.
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
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
Thrilled and deeply humbled to share that my poem has been longlisted for the Bournemouth Writing Prize by The Bournemouth Journal @bournemouthjournal.bsky.social ! Huge thanks to the amazing editors for this incredible honor. Feeling inspired and grateful! #bournemouthwritingfest
October 6, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Thrilled and deeply humbled to share that my poem has been longlisted for the Bournemouth Writing Prize by The Bournemouth Journal @bournemouthjournal.bsky.social ! Huge thanks to the amazing editors for this incredible honor. Feeling inspired and grateful! #bournemouthwritingfest
Thankful that @doorisajarmag.bsky.social recently accepted 4 of my poems, "Cicadas," "The Knowing of My Name," "Arrival," and "A Light That Remembers,” which will be included in their Winter 2025 issue.
September 24, 2025 at 5:51 PM
Thankful that @doorisajarmag.bsky.social recently accepted 4 of my poems, "Cicadas," "The Knowing of My Name," "Arrival," and "A Light That Remembers,” which will be included in their Winter 2025 issue.
Coming soon! Three of my poems will be included in Issue 05. ☺️
September 2, 2025 at 1:46 PM
Coming soon! Three of my poems will be included in Issue 05. ☺️
She’s been sitting like this for several minutes, just staring at me, completely still. When she’s actually stuck, she yowls to let me know. This silence? Definitely plotting my demise.
August 31, 2025 at 10:22 PM
She’s been sitting like this for several minutes, just staring at me, completely still. When she’s actually stuck, she yowls to let me know. This silence? Definitely plotting my demise.
An editor suggested cutting the last third of a poem since it doesn’t add much substance or new insight. My heart is racing at the thought. It’s a large chunk! Yet, after reading it several times in that new light, I have to agree. Still, hitting delete feels like losing a piece of my soul.
August 31, 2025 at 11:23 AM
An editor suggested cutting the last third of a poem since it doesn’t add much substance or new insight. My heart is racing at the thought. It’s a large chunk! Yet, after reading it several times in that new light, I have to agree. Still, hitting delete feels like losing a piece of my soul.
Honored to be named an International Merit Award winner in the Atlanta Review 2025 International Poetry Competition! While not a prize winner, I’m grateful for the recognition. The submitted poems will appear in my forthcoming collection, out Spring 2026. More to come on that!😊
August 29, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Honored to be named an International Merit Award winner in the Atlanta Review 2025 International Poetry Competition! While not a prize winner, I’m grateful for the recognition. The submitted poems will appear in my forthcoming collection, out Spring 2026. More to come on that!😊
I forgot about this photo. I’m looking forward to this long weekend, to find a quiet spot and listen to what the birds and the rustling leaves have to say.
August 28, 2025 at 10:24 AM
I forgot about this photo. I’m looking forward to this long weekend, to find a quiet spot and listen to what the birds and the rustling leaves have to say.
Another gorgeous Boston morning. As I gear up for the work grind, I'm reminded of my poem, 'Morning Song,' recently published in @everscribemag.bsky.social . Wherever you are, whatever you're facing, pause to breathe. Sometimes, that's enough.
August 27, 2025 at 11:24 AM
Another gorgeous Boston morning. As I gear up for the work grind, I'm reminded of my poem, 'Morning Song,' recently published in @everscribemag.bsky.social . Wherever you are, whatever you're facing, pause to breathe. Sometimes, that's enough.
No common fleabane, but plenty of goldenrod in the backyard.
August 18, 2025 at 10:18 AM
No common fleabane, but plenty of goldenrod in the backyard.
The garden cosmos are beginning to bloom.
August 17, 2025 at 7:56 PM
The garden cosmos are beginning to bloom.
Our Saturday morning routine. She wakes me up at 5am. She wants outside, so outside we go. I read and write. She finds another place to snooze.
August 16, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Our Saturday morning routine. She wakes me up at 5am. She wants outside, so outside we go. I read and write. She finds another place to snooze.
My poem, Hinoki and Cedarwood, can be found in Humana Obscura’s latest issue.
July 3, 2025 at 10:12 AM
My poem, Hinoki and Cedarwood, can be found in Humana Obscura’s latest issue.