Hiatus: Recent Episodes
b Wrauley
How do we become the people we are? Listen to this reflection about the influence of others.
A meditative poem about what the author discovered on their odyssey to the top of Nova Scotia.
Is there a calling inside you can't deny? What opportunity are you are waiting for to answer?
Explore the relaxing and enticing feeling of paper on your finger tips in this ode to writing's canvas.
How do the places we visit transform us? Listen to a poem reflecting on the impact of an island during an artist's retreat.
Go on a journey in this guided meditation that will take you to a special place of tranquility and peace.
The art work of an art school's graduating class can be a moving thing. How one person felt while attending Etobicoke School of the Art's Portfolio Day 8.
Do we need everything we buy? Why do we shop so vigorously? One person reflects on the holes they try to fill with shopping.
i have deep holes
i try to fill
with empty purchases
and lost experiences
holes i so desperately
want to understand
where they come from?
and what they tell of who I am?
the holes are deep and mine
and i can tell i'm lost
i want to be found
and realize
something deep within me
i want to be there
and know
and feel fulfilled
not empty.
i want more
and more
and I want to hold myself
with moving arms
and feel OK.
Sound and words by b Wrauley
Music by Poddington Bear
Cover photo by Artificial Photography
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As two people get closer the intimacy between them can be like electricity.
there's electricity
that runs between us
finger tips
and pressed lips
i hold your hand
for first times
see through thought lines
to what-could-be's
moonbeams
and big dreams
we touch each other
tenderly
like we could break
this precious thing
clear as glass
so evident
we tread tenderly
though we want to plunge
so forcefully
forward
pounding
like horse hooves
on thick floors
then
embracing
it's fireworks
and suddenly
we don't question anymore
it's only forward
no limits in speed
from our own hearts
no slow downs
or let downs
just onward
and upward
- love is a beautiful thing
Sound and words by b Wrauley
Music by Poddington Bear
Cover photo by Patrick Tomasso
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Is there a voice inside you that you can't ignore? For some that voice is creativity and answering it's call can be terrifying yet unavoidable.
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Sound and words by b Wrauley
Music by Poddington Bear
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On long drives we often pass through unexpected towns that are either abandoned or on the verge of abandonment. Here are some questions asked on one of those drives.
who lived there once in dens of blue - and green? oddities imagined while passersby unknowingly were characters in a theatre unseen damaged cords and cable dotted the stalwarts of property these persons could not bind or hold/ these prisons could not bind or hold
Sound and words by b Wrauley
Music by False Awakening
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What goes through your head in the middle of the most intense workout? Do you quit, or keep going...
worn hands
stuck to ground
and feet
like temporary displacement
the calluses grow
and sting
from hanging on
like weathered memories
and permanent stains
it all seems impossible
at the worst moments
and then you’re cut
and bruised
but somehow still around
and after the pain
it’s just you
and truth
and death,
or life
- choice
Sound and words by b Wrauley
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Some thoughts from one participant's perspective during the historic Women's March of 2017. i joined women and others
marching
for progress
in a system
grown old
and tired
we hoped
marches
would no longer
be needed
still
we danced
on feet
for more things
than celebrated
it was heavy
and dancing became hard
as lofted feet
made loud sounds
on soft ground
forged by others
in a system
we refused
to recognize
Sound and words by b Wrauley
Music by Mindthings
Sound recordings from Women's March from Blog TO and Rational Raven
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Take a journey through memory, into the woods, to a small cabin. Reflect on time once spent on a vacation with deep meaning.
Do you ever have moments where you feel like you're completely loosing it? This poem reflects on some of the things we'd like to hear in those moments.
A poem about the intimacy of holding hands. why the hand? becuse the hand it touches it feels it senses to touch to feel to sensualize it all begins with the hands their clasping, grasping reaching to connect two hands meet to spark to feel around to ignite their possibility to ignite an excited lingering potential, arousal, suspicion anticipation, erection of rigid fingers wrapped with soft palms moist with nervousness and desire they meet and meet again one holding one stroking and then the other all back and forth with new sensations until they part.
Words and sound by b Wrauley
Music by Podington Bear
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A poem about cold coffee and a reminder of the delights of this delicious drink. cold syrup drips tongue cheek mouth throat it coats teeth taste buds toffee candy cherry liquorice chocolate plum exotic intoxicating crop of farm to cup slow contemplation early morning routine social adventure better than tea.
Sounds and words by b Wrauley
Music by YACHT
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A poem about holding on to our emotions and letting them go. come through me beauties of the night find your home here. let your coated and damaged arms hold whatever is forever stale. let your sinew conjure synapse to tell tales of where you came. where fondness and interest let pass each other's blame.
Sound and words by b Wrauley
Music by Galdson
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What is Hiatus? Hiatus is a podcast offering auditory breaks in your day. Hiatus launches January 2, 2018 everywhere you listen to podcasts. Listen to this trailer to find out more.
Music by Poddington Bear